tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-110626032018-03-06T05:46:47.901-06:00Nest Feathers and TwineNest Feathers and Twinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18179102786567303141noreply@blogger.comBlogger618125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11062603.post-64621846634608137622011-08-26T19:17:00.000-05:002011-08-26T19:17:28.475-05:00I have movedSINCE BLOGGER INSISTED I PAY FOR ADDITIONAL STORAGE SPACE FOR PHOTOS <br /><br />I HAVE CREATED A NEW BLOG.&nbsp; COME VISIT ME BY<a href="http://nestfeathersandtwine.blogspot.com/"> CLICKING HERE</a>.<br /><br /><br />Nest Feathers and Twinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18179102786567303141noreply@blogger.com203tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11062603.post-50571401989212257432011-08-24T01:11:00.002-05:002011-08-24T01:16:35.902-05:00in just a split second.....at the end of this post you will understand the title.....<br /><br />my 'morning' started off stepping in cat puke.&nbsp; <br /><br />cold, wet, and squishy.&nbsp; and puke causes my gag reflex to react so severely it can hurt...<br /><br />my morning vertigo was in full swing, and normally if it is just that, morning vertigo, within an hour or two it eases up.&nbsp; good thing i thought...i have got a to-do list a mile long and i will be doing it by myself since my daughter started her new job today.&nbsp; <br /><br />i quickly discovered i was in a full blow meniere's vertigo attack, and my vertigo is getting much&nbsp; more intense.&nbsp;&nbsp; in addition to the sense of feeling like i am walking in one of those bouncy houses or castles that are at kids birthday parties and feeling like i am spinning, i drop things, can't swallow or choke, can't concentrate and feel like i am not in my body and not in control of my body.&nbsp; <br /><br />i give myself 5 minutes.&nbsp; just 5.&nbsp; to cry on the rough days.&nbsp; most days i don't shed a tear.&nbsp; when i do have one of those days maybe 30 seconds of my 5 minute alotment are used.&nbsp; <br /><br />today for the first time in a very, very long time i became very angry.&nbsp; i have so much to do, and now more than ever i really really need every&nbsp; minute of every day to get work done for our etsy shop.&nbsp; <br /><br />with the hubby in the shower i went into the kitchen, in hopes that if i just pushed hard enough and made myself concentrate and just took it slow i would be able to conquer my long list of stuff to be done.&nbsp;&nbsp; i soon found myself stuck unable to make it from the fridge to the kitchen table just a few steps away to sit down.&nbsp; i had to wait for my hubby and hope my legs did not give out.&nbsp; <br /><br />once the hubby was out of the shower and found me in the kitchen i let the dam burst and i cried for about 4 1/2 of my 5 minutes....then crawled back in bed and cried again.&nbsp; i was so angry and frustrated.&nbsp; this upset me more...normally anger is not what i feel during these attacks.&nbsp; <br /><br />i don't get angry because i am thankful i am alive, i am at some point going to be steadier and less spinny...even though i know my future may bring deafness as a result of this disease, or as a result of surgery to cut the nerves that are damaged that cause the vertigo attacks.&nbsp; <br /><br />i am thankful i do not have a worse disease.&nbsp; <br /><br />i have had people tell me when i have been having a rough day...'well at least you don't live in japan...now they have it bad right now'&nbsp; or 'well at least you will live through this, some people are dying from their disease'&nbsp; or 'well at least you don't live in one of those countries where there is war'......ok folks yes, at least i don't have all of those things and yes i am grateful......but some days 'this' gets hard...you try it for a day.&nbsp; somedays i think i deserve a pity party and a big one at that...because most days i laugh it all off...we make jokes about my unsteadiness and i laugh, really laugh....but sometimes i am just so sick of it all.&nbsp; unless you live with this disease you just don't get that it is not like the fun you experience when&nbsp;spinning in an office chair.&nbsp; <br /><br />ok....this arty girl feels so much better now.&nbsp; that felt good.&nbsp; <br /><br />my spinny days have lots of levels.&nbsp; on days like today where i was grounded in bed i have days i can still do something.&nbsp; work on a fiber necklace, or on a smaller loom.&nbsp; then there are the days where i can't focus my eyes and work my hands and i am left laying in a ball on the bed, and if i can watch tv i have to watch it sideways.&nbsp; i can't stand noise though, and sometimes i am temporarily deaf in one or both ears...but i need noise to drown out the ringing in my ears, which is a symphony of bangs, booms, hisses, roars....<br /><br />this is how i spent my afternoon...curled up in a ball, deaf mostly in my right ear, deaf off and on in my left, unable to do anything but lay there...<br /><br />a few hours later i was doing a bit better, but normally i would have stayed in bed where i belonged but i pushed myself to get some work done while the hubby was outside working on our still broken truck.&nbsp; <br /><br />by earlier this evening i was able to get on the computer and begin adding more stuff to the etsy shop, but still spinny to the point that walking was still a hazard, and even just looking up at the tv and down at the computer would cause me to fall over.&nbsp; <br /><br />at 9:16 while watching raising hope and adding a necklace to my etsy shop our power went out.&nbsp; <br /><br />it has been getting warmer again over the last few days, but we have had way hotter days and never even thankfully had a flicker in the power.&nbsp;&nbsp; <br /><br />after 23 years of living here there have been many accidents and our power station or box has been hit causing us to lose power, and within minutes we heard the sirens and new that is what had happened.&nbsp; <br /><br />steph and max ventured out to see what and where the accident was and a bit later steph called crying.&nbsp; <br /><br />in all the years that these types of accidents have happened just yards from our home, i always wondered if someone had lost their life, and thankfully, up until tonight, no one had.&nbsp; <br /><br />a young man on a motorcycle was going very very fast and hit a curb and he and his bike flew in the air and hit a power line and then landed 50 - 100 feet in to someone's yard.&nbsp; his bike went a bit further.&nbsp; <br /><br />when steph and max arrived they were trying to give him cpr, and were unsuccessful.&nbsp; <br /><br />by the time i had made my way, he was gone.&nbsp; alone.&nbsp; in a grassy patch of side yard under a sheet.&nbsp; and nameless since they could not find i.d. on him.&nbsp;&nbsp; but at some point a mom, who is going about her business is going to get a call no mom should ever have to get.&nbsp; someone's baby is gone.&nbsp; someone's little boy is laying there all by his self with no one there.&nbsp; and my heart aches for them.&nbsp; <br /><br />in just a split second my anger at my disease left.&nbsp; <br /><br />in just a split second a young man taking&nbsp;a joyride lost his life.&nbsp; <br /><br />in just a split second a parent's, family's, and friends lives will change with news of this loss of life.&nbsp; <br /><br />i am hoping this young man's death will save another persons life....because i am hoping now my youngest son really gets it.&nbsp; he is a good kid, a wonderful boy, a kind loving spirited boy that thinks i worry too much.&nbsp; that was angry with me when i grounded him from going back to his buddy's farm for possibly ever once i found out they were riding 4 wheelers at over 70 miles per hour.&nbsp; <br /><br />we sat down and talked about it, and seeing that young man's battered body laying just yards from him, and witnessing his death i hope really made it all hit home with my son.&nbsp; <br /><br />he says it did.&nbsp; the look on my son's face while we talked about says it did.&nbsp; because in a split second it can all change.&nbsp; <br /><br />so, &nbsp;to the young man who lost his life may God hold you His arms and give your family the strength to make it through the seconds, minutes, days, weeks, months and years to come.....without you there with them because of a choice you made that took a split second.&nbsp; <br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Nest Feathers and Twinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18179102786567303141noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11062603.post-39277128561949277102011-08-23T01:44:00.000-05:002011-08-23T01:44:22.703-05:00too tired to title this post....this arty girl is one pooped puppy.&nbsp; <br /><br />days on end of going...going...going until i drop.&nbsp; <br /><br />i am so very grateful the beast (vertigo) has been fairly well behaved for the last several days.&nbsp; it is still there with every step, but thankfully i have been able to run at a fairly good pace.<br /><br />we have almost all of the scarves unbanded, tied, and stitched...which is way more work than putting it all in and we are getting ready to wash the first few batches.&nbsp; i can't wait for you to see what they look like.&nbsp; we had a couple turn out kind of pukey looking, but lots of neat ones...it is so hard to not keep them all. <br /><br />i have been trying to think ahead to future projects and gathering bits of fabric here and there to dye, especially since we are up to eyeballs it seems in dye.&nbsp; <br /><br />yesterday i took lots of photos and added about 13 new items to the shop, i have lots more to add and planning for that&nbsp;to happen tomorrow...uh....later today.&nbsp; i think the skeetos managed to find just about every nook and cranny they could to snack on me while outside messing with dye and taking those photos, and the yard work i did today.<br /><br />&nbsp;my legs look diseased from all the red bumpy spots from the skeeto bites.&nbsp; this spinny girl thought she would take advantage of being able to bend over and not fall on her face and shave her legs in the shower....sorry if that is a tmi.....shaving my legs can be a luxury with vertigo.&nbsp; one look&nbsp; at the sea of spots and i thought that is a disaster, and&nbsp;one of those flesh eating infections&nbsp;&nbsp;waiting to happen...running a series of sharp blades up and over these bumps and lumps.&nbsp; &nbsp;oh well, people will notice the varicose veins and bug bites &nbsp;before the hair i am sure...*snort*&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; besides maybe my porcupine-y like leg hairs will impail the nasty little boogers &nbsp;when they land on me tomorrow while i am outside!<br /><br />finally got the hubs to put about 50 nails in the top support board of our privacy fence after of week of honey when you a chance could you.....and before 5 when the crabby nosey neighbor on the&nbsp;other side is awake.&nbsp;&nbsp;i learned that them there&nbsp;is fightin' words to a man....lordy....i can not tell you how many times i prayed that&nbsp;our crabby nosey neighbor did not hear the racket.&nbsp; &nbsp;i am a plan ahead do ahead kinda person...he is a when i need it i will do it&nbsp;fly by the seat of his pants kinda guy and it is partly why i married him and partly why i could just.....ugh it drives me crazy sometimes!&nbsp; hopefully in about a week you will see the reason for the nails.&nbsp;&nbsp; one of those things i miss being able to do myself...the vertigo messes with my sense of where i am in the world, and well...i would kinda like to keep my thumbs and fingers functional for the arty stuff.&nbsp; <br /><br />so...i am usually a more visual show n tell girl and not so chatty.&nbsp; maybe it is mosquito venom making me chatty...*snort*.&nbsp; ok.&nbsp; so that was probably funnier in my head.&nbsp; <br /><br />so i will share some photos and then i am off to try to go to sleep.&nbsp; <br /><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JT9-9eucZkw/TlNKk8ZmffI/AAAAAAAAFDU/Zc3C0bEXkXE/s1600/017a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="202" qaa="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JT9-9eucZkw/TlNKk8ZmffI/AAAAAAAAFDU/Zc3C0bEXkXE/s320/017a.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fBayzYI5AQs/TlNKnoC6-XI/AAAAAAAAFDY/E_V7y2KyCYc/s1600/019b.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" qaa="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fBayzYI5AQs/TlNKnoC6-XI/AAAAAAAAFDY/E_V7y2KyCYc/s320/019b.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rR2PaoLKowI/TlNKt9bR0aI/AAAAAAAAFDc/wHA1sCcW5ww/s1600/032.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" qaa="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rR2PaoLKowI/TlNKt9bR0aI/AAAAAAAAFDc/wHA1sCcW5ww/s320/032.JPG" width="240" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EeBEDeWB9cU/TlNK0MF4GhI/AAAAAAAAFDg/rRm2oioTX1w/s1600/035.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" qaa="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EeBEDeWB9cU/TlNK0MF4GhI/AAAAAAAAFDg/rRm2oioTX1w/s320/035.JPG" width="240" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dGgXD5PzXRQ/TlNK75Xy-NI/AAAAAAAAFDk/mZ1yMtYs_-Y/s1600/047.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" qaa="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dGgXD5PzXRQ/TlNK75Xy-NI/AAAAAAAAFDk/mZ1yMtYs_-Y/s320/047.JPG" width="240" /></a></div><br /><br />just a wee bit of the photos i took yesterday....you will have to pop on over to the etsy shop and see a few more of the goodies.<br /><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Zlv-BE6J-1M/TlNK_z6wpEI/AAAAAAAAFDo/lVMvmMvqSJI/s1600/123.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" qaa="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Zlv-BE6J-1M/TlNK_z6wpEI/AAAAAAAAFDo/lVMvmMvqSJI/s320/123.JPG" width="240" /></a></div><br />another heart rock Max found for me yesterday to add to my collection.&nbsp; <br /><br />nighty night all....smooches.&nbsp; Nest Feathers and Twinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18179102786567303141noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11062603.post-43102062033876313962011-08-20T21:41:00.000-05:002011-08-20T21:41:04.812-05:00what it was is not what it will bei have been a busy busy girl.&nbsp; i have neglected my blog once again.&nbsp; i feel guilty.&nbsp; <br /><br />i need to get back in the habit of making a visit here nightly.&nbsp; i was just getting good at it when life made a turn i was not expecting, and since i have no idea when we will have a sense of 'normalcy', as much as i do not care to be normal, i just need to adjust my big girl undies and carry on.<br /><br />i have decided to make a change in direction with my jewelry.&nbsp; i will still make semi-precious items again when the need or fancy may strike, but i am following my heart's desire.&nbsp; found object jewelry.&nbsp; a long lost love of mine.&nbsp; <br /><br />i am gathering all things not the norm for most in jewelry making.<br /><br />on a recent trip to goodwill i found these<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1Ln9SmI9c7A/TlBh6w43HgI/AAAAAAAAFCU/wSzAD50Wr_k/s1600/001a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="204" qaa="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1Ln9SmI9c7A/TlBh6w43HgI/AAAAAAAAFCU/wSzAD50Wr_k/s320/001a.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br />we can't figure out what they were...but now they will be a part of a necklace.&nbsp;&nbsp;i will give them &nbsp;a bit of patina to give them a nice aged look.&nbsp; <br /><br />in my hurry to photograph them i apparently did not notice the frosted flake left behind on the table...and you might not have either if i would not have pointed it out, now that i see the photo here on the blog!<br /><br />a very old chair that i picked up years ago at an estate sale finally just could not be forced to remain chair like any longer no matter how many nails or how much glue was used.&nbsp;&nbsp; things just don't get thrown away here if they are old and crusty....the older and crustier the better.&nbsp; <br /><br />soooo....i pointed out to the hubs just what was to stay and what was to go.&nbsp; once disassembled, come to think of it, i don't think any of it made it to the dumpster.<br /><br />these, screwed on the back and the seat of the chair.....<br /><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9Zdu1WIWIeA/TlBjFrE_zHI/AAAAAAAAFCY/gbZTAel7Q_A/s1600/006a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="104" qaa="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9Zdu1WIWIeA/TlBjFrE_zHI/AAAAAAAAFCY/gbZTAel7Q_A/s320/006a.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-65DFAX2ofes/TlBjG-xZxmI/AAAAAAAAFCc/8Ox7Kfi3Ltw/s1600/007a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="114" qaa="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-65DFAX2ofes/TlBjG-xZxmI/AAAAAAAAFCc/8Ox7Kfi3Ltw/s320/007a.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><br />will now be part of a necklace.&nbsp; <br /><br />growing up i wanted to be a scientist, anthropologist, archaeologist.&nbsp; i had learning disabilities that were not diagnosed as a child, so by the time i was ready to go out in the world this arty girl was convinced that everyone was right.&nbsp; i must have been lazy and stupid and i must not care about anyone but myself.&nbsp;&nbsp; <br /><br />had i understood what was going on i would have&nbsp;figured out 'how to' learn and &nbsp;pursued something in the science field.&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;i love old stuff.&nbsp; i love holding something in my hand that someone else used decades or centuries before my time.&nbsp; who were these people, what were they like, what kind of life did they have.&nbsp; the wonder of it all.&nbsp; <br /><br />i love the look and feel.<br /><br />&nbsp;i love all things worn, torn, aged, used.<br /><br />&nbsp;if it was glued back together that is even better.&nbsp; it means that thing meant so much to someone that they kept it, even broken.&nbsp; <br /><br />that is the direction my jewelry will be going.&nbsp; for now.&nbsp; we will see what happens.&nbsp; <br /><br />right now i have so much going on and am running in many different directions at the same time.&nbsp; even on the days the beast (my meniere's and positional vertigo) is acting naughty.&nbsp; i don't have the luxury any longer of being able to 'take it easy' on the days i am even the slightest bit functional....but i have to say i feel a bit excited about it all....i feel like i am becoming the me i lost awhile back in some weird way.<br /><br />&nbsp; i am exhausted beyond words.&nbsp; i fall asleep if i am lucky around 3:30 or 4:30.&nbsp; i get the boys up at 5:45 and stay up long enough to make sure they are up and not going to go back to sleep.&nbsp; by 7 usually i am out again and then usually the phone will ring one, two, or ten times and then i am up for good a few hours later.&nbsp; <br /><br />steph and i are finally getting to tie dye scarves.&nbsp; one of our biggest sellers.&nbsp; we have somewhere around 50 - 70 of them in the works now.&nbsp; <br /><br />it is only our second year tie dyeing, and thinking back to doing this camp/school/scout childhood activity, you think no biggie.....but boy-oh-boy is it a biggie.&nbsp;&nbsp; <br /><br />steph and i are learning so much.<br /><br />&nbsp;what makes the best patterns.&nbsp; <br /><br />what colors go together, and most importantly which ones do not!&nbsp;<br /><br />&nbsp;what works best as a resist, what does not.&nbsp; <br /><br />we have tried 2 new methods of shibori and we are going to try an alternative to wax resist tomorrow.&nbsp; <br /><br />just as the weather broke and the temps were tolerable we dove in hands first<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OvP4P5adPmE/TlBnZBbuLvI/AAAAAAAAFCg/Aym-uh1s4ZE/s1600/008.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" qaa="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OvP4P5adPmE/TlBnZBbuLvI/AAAAAAAAFCg/Aym-uh1s4ZE/s320/008.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-j6ik2WdmGD0/TlBnbvGStBI/AAAAAAAAFCk/3duuhgBN8tQ/s1600/011.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" qaa="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-j6ik2WdmGD0/TlBnbvGStBI/AAAAAAAAFCk/3duuhgBN8tQ/s320/011.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br />today my hands and nails are stained in the blue/purple/green/black colors.&nbsp; when we went out to do running yesterday i color coordinated my outfit and jewelry to match my hands!&nbsp; <br /><br />the temps have been cooler, but it has now been raining off and on.&nbsp; so the buckets are covered and we run out in between bouts of rain, and in the case today during the rain to move stuff from one color to another, to take one piece out and add a new piece in.&nbsp; on the up side, the rain is free rinsing water for the pieces that are completed and ready to go in to the wash.<br /><br />when most of the world is sleeping steph and i are running outside with a flashlight tucked under one arm checking the fabric in buckets.&nbsp; <br /><br />here is a peek at pre-dyed wrapped and readied fabric<br /><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oGojLwR0I0k/TlBrcDElvTI/AAAAAAAAFCo/kbT6wpDuJ4g/s1600/029.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" qaa="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oGojLwR0I0k/TlBrcDElvTI/AAAAAAAAFCo/kbT6wpDuJ4g/s320/029.JPG" width="240" /></a></div>&nbsp;can you guess what is wrapped up in this fabric to make it look like bubbles?&nbsp; it is one of the shibori methods we used.&nbsp; <br /><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kr6_d7kUEBQ/TlBrfefbJtI/AAAAAAAAFCs/kfke5UdEVhg/s1600/032.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" qaa="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kr6_d7kUEBQ/TlBrfefbJtI/AAAAAAAAFCs/kfke5UdEVhg/s320/032.JPG" width="320" /></a></div>&nbsp;this design we found out is not a good idea.<br /><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RDtoYpmwN5w/TlBriG0LduI/AAAAAAAAFCw/XkewSQDMPiI/s1600/033.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" qaa="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RDtoYpmwN5w/TlBriG0LduI/AAAAAAAAFCw/XkewSQDMPiI/s320/033.JPG" width="240" /></a></div>&nbsp;these pieces have been woven on a loom first and will be cuff bracelets.<br /><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QddSF1Uf-1Y/TlBrkwu3bOI/AAAAAAAAFC0/wbjgGpm9Iaw/s1600/037.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" qaa="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QddSF1Uf-1Y/TlBrkwu3bOI/AAAAAAAAFC0/wbjgGpm9Iaw/s320/037.JPG" width="320" /></a></div>&nbsp;this section is a method of shibori and was stitched and gathered with string.&nbsp; lots of work..boring boring boring, but so worth it in the end.<br /><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-i6XGpJ65rdE/TlBroVJSrfI/AAAAAAAAFC4/flESpZvVj1U/s1600/035.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" qaa="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-i6XGpJ65rdE/TlBroVJSrfI/AAAAAAAAFC4/flESpZvVj1U/s320/035.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br />another alternative to using rubber bands.&nbsp; binding with string makes some pretty neat patterns.&nbsp; <br /><br />i can not wait to show you the finished pieces.&nbsp; this year i decided to keep one for myself!&nbsp; it is hard not to keep them all.&nbsp; <br /><br />after ordering a loom from a fellow etsy seller and loving what i could do with it, i had the hubby make steph and i some additional looms in larger sizes.&nbsp; i think we ended up with 4 looms a piece.&nbsp;&nbsp; <br /><br />i loomed my first cross body bag, and i can not wait to do more to put on the etsy shop.<br /><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GGXY0nbKbt8/TlBub1bOzPI/AAAAAAAAFC8/u5hR0NZbnIU/s1600/012.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" qaa="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GGXY0nbKbt8/TlBub1bOzPI/AAAAAAAAFC8/u5hR0NZbnIU/s320/012.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UGm3Cp9mFsQ/TlBuf9HaGoI/AAAAAAAAFDA/Y1Ulk_poZPU/s1600/013.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" qaa="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UGm3Cp9mFsQ/TlBuf9HaGoI/AAAAAAAAFDA/Y1Ulk_poZPU/s320/013.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UCFVPxUFE0I/TlBujgCNPtI/AAAAAAAAFDE/hoDM74JryxM/s1600/014.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" qaa="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UCFVPxUFE0I/TlBujgCNPtI/AAAAAAAAFDE/hoDM74JryxM/s320/014.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rJgdT-d_6Ms/TlBunPUyMPI/AAAAAAAAFDI/ru-jotrUpLo/s1600/015.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" qaa="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rJgdT-d_6Ms/TlBunPUyMPI/AAAAAAAAFDI/ru-jotrUpLo/s320/015.JPG" width="240" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0_NCzIPaifo/TlBuqO3PL2I/AAAAAAAAFDM/j0B-iRvjUxg/s1600/017.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" qaa="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0_NCzIPaifo/TlBuqO3PL2I/AAAAAAAAFDM/j0B-iRvjUxg/s320/017.JPG" width="240" /></a></div><br />one of the looms the hubby made is nearly 8 feet long and will be used to make scarves.&nbsp; i have not had a chance to try that one out yet and can not wait.&nbsp; <br /><br />there is so much more to say, but it is time to go check the buckets to make sure i don't over cook some fabric in the dye.&nbsp; <br /><br />ok...one more thing....the full moon may have kept us from seeing the latest meteor shower, but it gave me a chance to snap this photo...i am kinda thinking it makes up for it, for the most part.<br /><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-x7_DxTavceU/TlBv50zht9I/AAAAAAAAFDQ/TDLVbGVwXqo/s1600/087a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" qaa="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-x7_DxTavceU/TlBv50zht9I/AAAAAAAAFDQ/TDLVbGVwXqo/s320/087a.jpg" width="312" /></a></div><br />nighty night all.....talk to you soon.&nbsp; mwah!<br /><br />Nest Feathers and Twinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18179102786567303141noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11062603.post-32106616148832496892011-07-07T21:58:00.000-05:002011-07-07T21:58:44.081-05:00these gifts tell me i am being heard and i am blessed....before this arty girl plays show-n-tell,&nbsp; i feel i must warn you that this girl woke up once again at the bottom of her hilly pile of pillows, totally sheet faced and drooling...yet again.&nbsp; normally i sleep at about a 45* angle to help keep the vertigo from becoming too spinny...oh, but sleeping flat feels oh-so-good.&nbsp; <br /><br />&nbsp;the beast is beyond naughty today.&nbsp; today is the really bad kind.&nbsp; my brain and body are not connected today.&nbsp; i have been sent to my room, grounded for the day.&nbsp; <br /><br />imagine if you will sitting on the spinning tea cup ride when it suddendly starts up in the middle of talking, walking, swallowing, typing....then the floor unexpectedly drops out and you fall down the rabbit hole....it is worse than that today.&nbsp; <br /><br />i tell you these things not for your pity, but so that you will understand if a thought i type out is misspelled or seems to be incomplete you will understand why.<br /><br />i am in a bit of a hurry to type this post today...the hubby's &nbsp;interest in what i am typing, while i am typing, was quite....invasive to me, although his intentions were true and sweet, the&nbsp;interest in what i was doing quite sincere.&nbsp; &nbsp; while trying to type for the last 2 hours i have been staring at the back of his beautiful balding head and feeling his hot breath on my arm and as much as i love this man i want to pop him swiftly but gently on the back of his head and demand he go find something far, far away to do....i have just sent him to the store to pick up the needed ingredients for dinner, and with a gentle kiss on the cheek.<br /><br />i&nbsp; love this man, i love this man, i love this man....but my need for privacy to write something that in an hour or so i will publish for the world to see is vital.&nbsp; just the same as when i am creating.&nbsp; due partly i am sure because as much as this arty girl and grown and become sure of herself the old childhood monster is still there in the closet.&nbsp; the monster that never told her what she did right and good.<br /><br />i feel so vulnerable in the 'during' of it all.&nbsp; once it is done, this girl is sure and steady enough to proudly play show-n-tell....<br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://ntuart.blogspot.com/2011/06/last-month-shocking-and-unexpected.html">father's day i had the most beautiful experience</a> and i feel i have seen a bit of a continuation of that experience over the last couple of weeks.<br /><br />after being given the gift of so many heart clouds floating in the sky on father's day....i turn my head up each time i go outside since then&nbsp;just hoping maybe i will see just one more heart shaped cloud.&nbsp; just one more sign from God that He is hearing my prayers and that he is bringing us out of latest trial better than before.&nbsp; <br /><br />i stepped outside for just a&nbsp;moment the other night and gazed at the stars and thought...just send me one shooting star to let me know we are gonna be ok....before i even completed the thought i was answered.&nbsp; one quick shooting star.&nbsp; <br /><br />about a week and a half ago a nasty storm began brewing and while watching a live view on tv i noticed there was a beautiful pink glow in the sky just ahead of the storm clouds...i grabbed my camera and ventured outdoors with high hopes of catching some neat storm clouds on 'film'.&nbsp; <br /><br />very quickly the pretty pink in the sky was replaced by 'ominous' (our local weather peeps fav word as of late) clouds. <br /><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RC20fcoI51U/ThZHuuN8LNI/AAAAAAAAE9w/REC2_F6KygE/s1600/001.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" m$="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RC20fcoI51U/ThZHuuN8LNI/AAAAAAAAE9w/REC2_F6KygE/s320/001.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gpLHlaLuqu8/ThZHwvxTRRI/AAAAAAAAE90/5h0-8Euhh_E/s1600/005.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" m$="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gpLHlaLuqu8/ThZHwvxTRRI/AAAAAAAAE90/5h0-8Euhh_E/s320/005.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QXeOI1r2mBE/ThZH0mHAZoI/AAAAAAAAE94/_g_ZhHrndhM/s1600/019.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" m$="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QXeOI1r2mBE/ThZH0mHAZoI/AAAAAAAAE94/_g_ZhHrndhM/s320/019.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mSufmRBwCic/ThZH4Ua9E8I/AAAAAAAAE98/Br_GSpKO7aQ/s1600/022.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" m$="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mSufmRBwCic/ThZH4Ua9E8I/AAAAAAAAE98/Br_GSpKO7aQ/s320/022.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-n1M_Dn6XPvM/ThZH6aWVOMI/AAAAAAAAE-A/-zQm-Um3mDg/s1600/035.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" m$="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-n1M_Dn6XPvM/ThZH6aWVOMI/AAAAAAAAE-A/-zQm-Um3mDg/s320/035.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zNhyBKsYUQY/ThZH-WLATCI/AAAAAAAAE-E/GGgtE4aZGBg/s1600/042.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" m$="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zNhyBKsYUQY/ThZH-WLATCI/AAAAAAAAE-E/GGgtE4aZGBg/s320/042.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6VZj7MIrWRc/ThZICTBLGRI/AAAAAAAAE-I/I2CVBSn3V0U/s1600/043.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" m$="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6VZj7MIrWRc/ThZICTBLGRI/AAAAAAAAE-I/I2CVBSn3V0U/s320/043.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KCrm08ItqMY/ThZIEoFwq8I/AAAAAAAAE-M/jQ6xOHk-dWY/s1600/048.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" m$="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KCrm08ItqMY/ThZIEoFwq8I/AAAAAAAAE-M/jQ6xOHk-dWY/s320/048.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br />waves of clouds dropped down from the sky and swirled and then were sucked back up again.&nbsp; these were tornados trying to form according to the weather people.&nbsp; <br /><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-q_8rI6vmL4A/ThZIJcWLkwI/AAAAAAAAE-Q/_6vZ2ALEYKE/s1600/054.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" m$="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-q_8rI6vmL4A/ThZIJcWLkwI/AAAAAAAAE-Q/_6vZ2ALEYKE/s320/054.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9M_2GxnJBTM/ThZIPBV11EI/AAAAAAAAE-U/6JzINcxeB7w/s1600/062.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" m$="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9M_2GxnJBTM/ThZIPBV11EI/AAAAAAAAE-U/6JzINcxeB7w/s320/062.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gopgQSIgnuI/ThZISITX1LI/AAAAAAAAE-Y/piFB-Mf4zVo/s1600/064.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" m$="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gopgQSIgnuI/ThZISITX1LI/AAAAAAAAE-Y/piFB-Mf4zVo/s320/064.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br />the dark cloud on the right hand side was like a waterfall in reverse.&nbsp; i have never seen anything like this before.&nbsp; it was amazing and mesmerizing more so than scary at the moment.&nbsp; <br /><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UUno78sSn5c/ThZIU-7jNWI/AAAAAAAAE-c/3ZhoHVZnnWE/s1600/066.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" m$="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UUno78sSn5c/ThZIU-7jNWI/AAAAAAAAE-c/3ZhoHVZnnWE/s320/066.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-haamHeknCrU/ThZIc8ZiV5I/AAAAAAAAE-g/U9jd48m92VY/s1600/081.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" m$="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-haamHeknCrU/ThZIc8ZiV5I/AAAAAAAAE-g/U9jd48m92VY/s320/081.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qrLjipFXMdI/ThZIjKavf9I/AAAAAAAAE-k/iLxnqVLarhs/s1600/085.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" m$="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qrLjipFXMdI/ThZIjKavf9I/AAAAAAAAE-k/iLxnqVLarhs/s320/085.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /><br />as i snapped photos i began thinking about the heart photos i witnessed and captured on father's day and wished for another...never dreaming of what i would see....<br /><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SX3gGkKiDEw/ThZRFv3X5EI/AAAAAAAAE-o/s4XAqb6QtsY/s1600/018.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" m$="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SX3gGkKiDEw/ThZRFv3X5EI/AAAAAAAAE-o/s4XAqb6QtsY/s320/018.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uhxOPRkmIjA/ThZRKTnwy1I/AAAAAAAAE-s/k4bKlPD753w/s1600/019.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" m$="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uhxOPRkmIjA/ThZRKTnwy1I/AAAAAAAAE-s/k4bKlPD753w/s320/019.JPG" width="320" /></a></div>&nbsp;now, i do know that if you want to see something bad enough, you will.<br />that once you notice a green car, pregnant woman, babies in strollers you will see them everywhere, right?&nbsp; <br /><br />maybe had i not had such a desire to see heart shaped clouds i would not....i choose though to see it as my wishes come true...<br /><br />in the photo above if you look near the center where the dark clouds meet the lighter ones you will see a heart....<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-90uUtGq9Kfg/ThZRNlNEcQI/AAAAAAAAE-w/-BBiIGm6Uds/s1600/020.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" m$="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-90uUtGq9Kfg/ThZRNlNEcQI/AAAAAAAAE-w/-BBiIGm6Uds/s320/020.JPG" width="320" /></a></div>&nbsp;see the top right...a heart....<br /><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lPnmKe9bTgc/ThZRSTUV2aI/AAAAAAAAE-0/9MejcFybdg4/s1600/022.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" m$="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lPnmKe9bTgc/ThZRSTUV2aI/AAAAAAAAE-0/9MejcFybdg4/s320/022.JPG" width="320" /></a></div>&nbsp;now again....there it is above, not so zoomed in, at the lower left corner of the photo.<br /><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_X59lhAgJ-Y/ThZRWbpQEsI/AAAAAAAAE-4/OzB4Nhj-nwA/s1600/073.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" m$="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_X59lhAgJ-Y/ThZRWbpQEsI/AAAAAAAAE-4/OzB4Nhj-nwA/s320/073.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br />a few moments later in another area of the sky...bashfully peeking out from behind another cloud...<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-j8mbWBIcM9g/ThZRZDpEtYI/AAAAAAAAE-8/Vt-yNNlc-HU/s1600/074.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" m$="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-j8mbWBIcM9g/ThZRZDpEtYI/AAAAAAAAE-8/Vt-yNNlc-HU/s320/074.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BSW5oUoaSu4/ThZRcTnlcyI/AAAAAAAAE_A/oozqYIEFWLg/s1600/075.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" m$="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BSW5oUoaSu4/ThZRcTnlcyI/AAAAAAAAE_A/oozqYIEFWLg/s320/075.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Sy20iZZFSTo/ThZRfcINQmI/AAAAAAAAE_E/8wv9cCW5LWc/s1600/078.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" m$="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Sy20iZZFSTo/ThZRfcINQmI/AAAAAAAAE_E/8wv9cCW5LWc/s320/078.JPG" width="320" /></a></div>&nbsp;above, over to the left....<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><br /><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div>there are a few other happenings that we have experienced....seeing a certain quote at just the time it is needed, hearing words from a friend, just when i needed it and no one else knew i needed it.&nbsp; <br /><br />there are times when the current circumstances in/of our life have been too much, where i have found myself losing my newly found faith in the Divine, in God...and at just the right time something happens...just the right and oh-so-perfect something....and if i had not told anyone out loud what i needed and when i needed it... then it must be something that is bigger than myself.&nbsp; <br /><br />maybe the sky has always been filled with lovely heart shaped clouds,&nbsp; but it took having faith to be able to see them.&nbsp; <br /><br /><br />i have fallen in love with the night sky....every night a new view, new colors and shapes.<br /><br />a few nights ago the sky rippled.<br /><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vIg8_XfY5Lw/ThZcIFDifxI/AAAAAAAAE_Q/QV6yHyJgoEc/s1600/203.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" m$="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vIg8_XfY5Lw/ThZcIFDifxI/AAAAAAAAE_Q/QV6yHyJgoEc/s320/203.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-17Cc-lattU4/ThZcLHx41II/AAAAAAAAE_U/c2nz42wGVLc/s1600/205.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" m$="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-17Cc-lattU4/ThZcLHx41II/AAAAAAAAE_U/c2nz42wGVLc/s320/205.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br />on the 4th...<br /><br /><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IBcgQLttMAA/ThZiLEvf1LI/AAAAAAAAE_Y/5vfZCO_zoCc/s1600/003.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" m$="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IBcgQLttMAA/ThZiLEvf1LI/AAAAAAAAE_Y/5vfZCO_zoCc/s320/003.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br />a&nbsp;field near our home, so still and peaceful..<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OoGEhNnEWEI/ThZiOWbEJgI/AAAAAAAAE_c/8jWVQScYOqE/s1600/011.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" m$="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OoGEhNnEWEI/ThZiOWbEJgI/AAAAAAAAE_c/8jWVQScYOqE/s320/011.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fRavkIV_N6s/ThZiWraPKpI/AAAAAAAAE_g/1W98swYrZz8/s1600/017.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" m$="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fRavkIV_N6s/ThZiWraPKpI/AAAAAAAAE_g/1W98swYrZz8/s320/017.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-F8WwtNSq2A4/ThZiYgXljTI/AAAAAAAAE_k/l95NwREcRDk/s1600/020.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" m$="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-F8WwtNSq2A4/ThZiYgXljTI/AAAAAAAAE_k/l95NwREcRDk/s320/020.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2iXTzD4CexA/ThZiguXvtFI/AAAAAAAAE_o/HNxTf5cW1XU/s1600/046.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" m$="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2iXTzD4CexA/ThZiguXvtFI/AAAAAAAAE_o/HNxTf5cW1XU/s320/046.JPG" width="320" /></a></div>crossing the bridge from missouri to illinois<br /><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SAC80Wk8j7Q/ThZirl4VQdI/AAAAAAAAE_w/jzieR6k9I5M/s1600/125.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" m$="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SAC80Wk8j7Q/ThZirl4VQdI/AAAAAAAAE_w/jzieR6k9I5M/s320/125.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qbYG-RDMx6o/ThZiyC0byCI/AAAAAAAAE_0/fomDXY5Xd8c/s1600/129.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" m$="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qbYG-RDMx6o/ThZiyC0byCI/AAAAAAAAE_0/fomDXY5Xd8c/s320/129.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8MRVcQ52_nc/ThZi2E-H7bI/AAAAAAAAE_4/Fad1bhLKLNM/s1600/133.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" m$="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8MRVcQ52_nc/ThZi2E-H7bI/AAAAAAAAE_4/Fad1bhLKLNM/s320/133.JPG" width="320" /></a></div>&nbsp;my idea of watching fireworks at the highest point in an illinois park....not such a good idea afterall.<br /><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8oe1tXlR9FQ/ThZi40fA_mI/AAAAAAAAE_8/o7pfMGnGILE/s1600/147.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" m$="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8oe1tXlR9FQ/ThZi40fA_mI/AAAAAAAAE_8/o7pfMGnGILE/s320/147.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br />on the way home from our drive to illinois the moon began to turn from yellow to orange to the most beautiful red.&nbsp;&nbsp; <br /><br />i tried to capture the moon while we were driving down the highway and ended up with quite a shaky image, last night i did not get to watch the moon turn red...but it was so beautiful and i was surprised that my camera was able to capture a few clear photos at a distance in the dark.<br /><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OxWUqi02RRI/ThZpNMG-RFI/AAAAAAAAFAA/CcF-WV4oOSk/s1600/070.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" m$="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OxWUqi02RRI/ThZpNMG-RFI/AAAAAAAAFAA/CcF-WV4oOSk/s320/070.JPG" width="240" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mqSTqxexJWE/ThZpQOtTWeI/AAAAAAAAFAE/1EGV4SGDocw/s1600/072.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" m$="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mqSTqxexJWE/ThZpQOtTWeI/AAAAAAAAFAE/1EGV4SGDocw/s320/072.JPG" width="240" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JokF8dwaqxc/ThZpTMTDZXI/AAAAAAAAFAI/UgChcDhw33o/s1600/080.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" m$="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JokF8dwaqxc/ThZpTMTDZXI/AAAAAAAAFAI/UgChcDhw33o/s320/080.JPG" width="240" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BiZ9uJaD8Xw/ThZpWXn1rTI/AAAAAAAAFAM/F9JC9s_l9zw/s1600/090.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" m$="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BiZ9uJaD8Xw/ThZpWXn1rTI/AAAAAAAAFAM/F9JC9s_l9zw/s320/090.JPG" width="240" /></a></div>&nbsp;as the moon began to set behind some trees it looked as if it were cracking and breaking up.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lYv0WbtpMjg/ThZpZuXaVGI/AAAAAAAAFAQ/3YFf_U245rk/s1600/093.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" m$="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lYv0WbtpMjg/ThZpZuXaVGI/AAAAAAAAFAQ/3YFf_U245rk/s320/093.JPG" width="240" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ADXiUF-LVTM/ThZpeazaQxI/AAAAAAAAFAU/62RBciEE56I/s1600/097.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" m$="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ADXiUF-LVTM/ThZpeazaQxI/AAAAAAAAFAU/62RBciEE56I/s320/097.JPG" width="240" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-f6fTNS-ZMCo/ThZphIlTyFI/AAAAAAAAFAY/t2-oNo-c-bA/s1600/098.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" m$="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-f6fTNS-ZMCo/ThZphIlTyFI/AAAAAAAAFAY/t2-oNo-c-bA/s320/098.JPG" width="240" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NmIrVe0jdCQ/ThZplR3KxbI/AAAAAAAAFAc/LzreeSxHpp4/s1600/099.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" m$="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NmIrVe0jdCQ/ThZplR3KxbI/AAAAAAAAFAc/LzreeSxHpp4/s320/099.JPG" width="240" /></a></div><br />but before the moon set....the night sky looked a bit like this...<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--kZh1ZdXpcU/ThZrJMW06iI/AAAAAAAAFAg/c9tOFDMwTn8/s1600/003.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" m$="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--kZh1ZdXpcU/ThZrJMW06iI/AAAAAAAAFAg/c9tOFDMwTn8/s320/003.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xKEoEtPEcyc/ThZrLv_t0yI/AAAAAAAAFAk/DugU4XfqRBI/s1600/009.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" m$="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xKEoEtPEcyc/ThZrLv_t0yI/AAAAAAAAFAk/DugU4XfqRBI/s320/009.JPG" width="240" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-aKqxQ-DEvYM/ThZrPgi5GBI/AAAAAAAAFAo/OiwypqFhAzY/s1600/013.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" m$="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-aKqxQ-DEvYM/ThZrPgi5GBI/AAAAAAAAFAo/OiwypqFhAzY/s320/013.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-T_Jkux08tJ4/ThZrSI891FI/AAAAAAAAFAs/_V8gnb5eGi0/s1600/016.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" m$="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-T_Jkux08tJ4/ThZrSI891FI/AAAAAAAAFAs/_V8gnb5eGi0/s320/016.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TtC1mS4UlSM/ThZrUU8a7aI/AAAAAAAAFAw/i3r6KpgYT2g/s1600/024.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" m$="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TtC1mS4UlSM/ThZrUU8a7aI/AAAAAAAAFAw/i3r6KpgYT2g/s320/024.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br />i was heading inside when a part of the sky caught my eye, the pink halo around the blue-ish clouds was beautiful....but watch and see what happened as the clouds changed shape again, again, and again.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7y1VP8LOM_o/ThZrYNVywMI/AAAAAAAAFA0/TkxNRMeAsOo/s1600/031.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" m$="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7y1VP8LOM_o/ThZrYNVywMI/AAAAAAAAFA0/TkxNRMeAsOo/s320/031.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MxR72a3sSxI/ThZrc1CfjQI/AAAAAAAAFA4/ymi2IjzjyD0/s1600/032.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" m$="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MxR72a3sSxI/ThZrc1CfjQI/AAAAAAAAFA4/ymi2IjzjyD0/s320/032.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-H9GwtWfwFSQ/ThZrqVhOdiI/AAAAAAAAFBI/Pjm__evcnhQ/s1600/036.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" m$="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-H9GwtWfwFSQ/ThZrqVhOdiI/AAAAAAAAFBI/Pjm__evcnhQ/s320/036.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3LNgj6lpx3I/ThZrsYgFvNI/AAAAAAAAFBM/PlQq81cIr58/s1600/037.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" m$="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3LNgj6lpx3I/ThZrsYgFvNI/AAAAAAAAFBM/PlQq81cIr58/s320/037.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sSYaUmAazEU/ThZrukxOokI/AAAAAAAAFBQ/Vn2UM0cNJRs/s1600/038.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" m$="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sSYaUmAazEU/ThZrukxOokI/AAAAAAAAFBQ/Vn2UM0cNJRs/s320/038.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3041DJprd5k/ThZryQPl-JI/AAAAAAAAFBU/JlAV0JnWAxU/s1600/039.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" m$="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3041DJprd5k/ThZryQPl-JI/AAAAAAAAFBU/JlAV0JnWAxU/s320/039.JPG" width="320" /></a></div>i walked in the house in awe...once again.<br /><br /><br />so now how about some show-n-tell of the arty kind...<br /><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-89DjZ04npXU/ThZv6rQ-IZI/AAAAAAAAFBc/XNG3z1E5Upk/s1600/017.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" m$="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-89DjZ04npXU/ThZv6rQ-IZI/AAAAAAAAFBc/XNG3z1E5Upk/s320/017.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-T6XFIyg_ZiY/ThZv_ZuyexI/AAAAAAAAFBg/jbIaGlBCaiw/s1600/018.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; 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text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Pk2FbZiuDm4/ThZwNiyaBeI/AAAAAAAAFBs/LMEtg1CHNcU/s1600/025.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" m$="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Pk2FbZiuDm4/ThZwNiyaBeI/AAAAAAAAFBs/LMEtg1CHNcU/s320/025.JPG" width="240" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4B2q-3xurWc/ThZwkpiSOwI/AAAAAAAAFBw/mJ-al-s5vas/s1600/131.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" m$="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4B2q-3xurWc/ThZwkpiSOwI/AAAAAAAAFBw/mJ-al-s5vas/s320/131.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-T0DHbtVP0Ik/ThZwoXlGeJI/AAAAAAAAFB0/qDvETWIQXGs/s1600/162.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" m$="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-T0DHbtVP0Ik/ThZwoXlGeJI/AAAAAAAAFB0/qDvETWIQXGs/s320/162.JPG" width="240" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sFdQj8hLCAY/ThZwwueYA7I/AAAAAAAAFB4/kPtS9thWKpE/s1600/172.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" m$="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sFdQj8hLCAY/ThZwwueYA7I/AAAAAAAAFB4/kPtS9thWKpE/s320/172.JPG" width="240" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-m-JTVkCzn0g/ThZxJCc_o1I/AAAAAAAAFB8/nY0FYX5Mv8k/s1600/169.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" m$="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-m-JTVkCzn0g/ThZxJCc_o1I/AAAAAAAAFB8/nY0FYX5Mv8k/s320/169.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br />normally i end my posts with pics of a sleeping pet....but i thought i would shake it up a bit tonight.<br /><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-j_C8JYhUZTg/ThZx7wrTV9I/AAAAAAAAFCA/q7GH5CVGKos/s1600/005.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" m$="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-j_C8JYhUZTg/ThZx7wrTV9I/AAAAAAAAFCA/q7GH5CVGKos/s320/005.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gzI3KoUqg0w/ThZyAX_6msI/AAAAAAAAFCE/D-H5PYvN598/s1600/007.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" m$="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gzI3KoUqg0w/ThZyAX_6msI/AAAAAAAAFCE/D-H5PYvN598/s320/007.JPG" width="320" /></a></div>&nbsp;sam, above, sleep texting....and below max, morphed with the aid of picnik.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AALxH-V5ypU/ThZyBNiKo2I/AAAAAAAAFCI/C_38X3fVTtg/s1600/006a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" m$="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AALxH-V5ypU/ThZyBNiKo2I/AAAAAAAAFCI/C_38X3fVTtg/s320/006a.jpg" width="293" /></a></div>nighty night...sleep tight.Nest Feathers and Twinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18179102786567303141noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11062603.post-78327498479228052482011-06-21T23:23:00.006-05:002011-06-22T05:10:26.580-05:00a change in direction and sunday miracleslast month&nbsp;a shocking and unexpected change took place in our lives....<br /><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bFUvflLDLAM/TgFMF-gr_nI/AAAAAAAAE6c/8yxMZfCMBL4/s1600/002.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" i$="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bFUvflLDLAM/TgFMF-gr_nI/AAAAAAAAE6c/8yxMZfCMBL4/s320/002.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iI6QUcdMvQs/TgFMJxwKYbI/AAAAAAAAE6g/sKLl-pVoVUo/s1600/003.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" i$="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iI6QUcdMvQs/TgFMJxwKYbI/AAAAAAAAE6g/sKLl-pVoVUo/s320/003.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CKrSWXxyDfM/TgFMNOgMcVI/AAAAAAAAE6k/DqYm_KPBNgM/s1600/004.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" i$="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CKrSWXxyDfM/TgFMNOgMcVI/AAAAAAAAE6k/DqYm_KPBNgM/s320/004.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br />we were heading in this direction.....we knew there was a better direction to get to our dreams and goals, but we just did not know how to get there, how to change direction.&nbsp; <br /><br /><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CHqGk-d2c0U/TgFMQCCjzrI/AAAAAAAAE6o/yA_-ACzxt3A/s1600/005.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" i$="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CHqGk-d2c0U/TgFMQCCjzrI/AAAAAAAAE6o/yA_-ACzxt3A/s320/005.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br />i would pray that someday, and soon, our direction would change and we would soon be on a better path, the path that led to our dreams.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RZlTEINCJ2s/TgFMTQ81PwI/AAAAAAAAE6s/O1E9S_SDogo/s1600/006.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" i$="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RZlTEINCJ2s/TgFMTQ81PwI/AAAAAAAAE6s/O1E9S_SDogo/s320/006.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br />well, be careful for what you wish for because you just might get it.&nbsp;&nbsp; <br /><br />our path has changed, but not in the order i wanted it to.&nbsp; seems God has his own plan, and they say his plans for us are better than our own.<br /><br />right now we are in a sort of limbo.....waiting to see what is next.<br /><br />waiting to see where the path will lead us.<br /><br />waiting to see what direction we are going.&nbsp; <br /><br />as soon as i&nbsp; know where our path will be taking us, you will be the first to know.&nbsp; <br /><br /><br /><br />we have had quite a few changes here.....<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-p8sFDRIIfcA/TgFOq3UvBdI/AAAAAAAAE6w/-oRt8NdnbZc/s1600/052.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" i$="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-p8sFDRIIfcA/TgFOq3UvBdI/AAAAAAAAE6w/-oRt8NdnbZc/s320/052.JPG" width="240" /></a></div><br /><br />max and i had talked several times about shaving his head.&nbsp; <br /><br />i adore....adored...his beautiful curls and the thought of his hair being shaved off made me a bit sad, but never ever would i want my kids to not follow their heart.&nbsp; never ever would i want to force them to do or be anything less than being true to themselves.....however.....this momma was not prepared for my baby to walk in the door from hanging out with his buddies looking like this.<br /><br />my daughter asked,' mom what would you have done if he did not shave his head, but colored his hair', meaning blue, green...etc.&nbsp; i told her i probably would have not been as shocked as i was with it all shaved off.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vGddLJwKtkw/TgFOtjOBqtI/AAAAAAAAE60/Qb_1ZJRtm_E/s1600/001.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" i$="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vGddLJwKtkw/TgFOtjOBqtI/AAAAAAAAE60/Qb_1ZJRtm_E/s320/001.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br />first.....i was trying to focus on an eensy weensy praying mantis on max's middle finger....he was not flipping me the bird....but knowing he would not sit still long enough for me to snap a photo of his newly shaven head i changed my focus on to him instead.<br /><br />'get out of here....i don't even want to talk to you right now' &nbsp;were the first words that flew out of my mouth.&nbsp;&nbsp; i knew he was planning to do this.&nbsp; probably.&nbsp; but i was not expecting him to walk in.....hairless at that exact moment.&nbsp; <br /><br />as soon as his buddies heard me they ran out the front door. <br /><br />do you ever wish you could reel in your words.&nbsp; hit the rewind button and then say it all over, but in a better way...&nbsp; sheesh.<br /><br />within micro seconds i called my baby boy back in to my room and told him how sorry i was.&nbsp; it was just such a shock to see him....hairless...so unexpectedly.&nbsp; although i am so happy now that his buddies did it...i would have had a hard time doing it myself.&nbsp; <br /><br />since then we have gotten use to him and his new hairless do.&nbsp; he had long hair for 5 years or more, so it took me a day or two (or several) to adjust.&nbsp; but it is after all just hair, and i think he likes it....alot.&nbsp; and that is, after all, all that matters in the end.&nbsp; <br /><br />a few female classmates of his had the same reaction as i when they first saw him.&nbsp; a good buddy of his did not even recognize him.&nbsp; <br /><br />he was thoughtful enough to bring home the hairy remains of his old self.&nbsp; we joked about giving the bag 'o hair a proper burial, but opted to put it in his memory box.&nbsp; <br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bTHng5rxd0Y/TgFTj4XhNgI/AAAAAAAAE64/o1SvjWEdIgM/s1600/007.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" i$="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bTHng5rxd0Y/TgFTj4XhNgI/AAAAAAAAE64/o1SvjWEdIgM/s320/007.JPG" width="320" /></a></div>ewww gross, right?&nbsp; kinda looks like a rug-in-a-bag!&nbsp; <br /><br /><br /><br />miracles.&nbsp; signs from the beyond.&nbsp; do you believe?&nbsp; i have for as long as i can remember, but i am always amazed when it happens to me.&nbsp; i don't seem to process it as quickly when it happens to me as i would when i hear of it happening to someone else.&nbsp; <br /><br />father's day this year for some reason seemed to be so much more painful this year than in some years past for some reason.&nbsp; <br /><br />seeing posts from facebook friends about their daddy's just seemed to really make me miss getting a chance to be with my dad this year.&nbsp; <br /><br />my dad passed away suddenly in november of 2004.&nbsp;&nbsp; although deep in my heart i knew we did not have much time left with him for some reason that summer, it was still unexpected.&nbsp;&nbsp; i remember during the summer at my sister's home hugging him harder and breathing him in deeper.&nbsp;i remember the hat&nbsp;he was wearing, the bright blue shirt he was wearing that day.&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;i knew some how it might be the last time i saw my dad alive.&nbsp; <br /><br />it pretty&nbsp; much was the last time.&nbsp; even though we all lived within 30 minutes of each other or less we did not see each other much.&nbsp;&nbsp; i was the odd, weird, black sheep, strange one of the family, an embarrassment.&nbsp;&nbsp; my parents for the most part did not enjoy my company, and they did not like kids, and i had 3 of them.<br /><br />my dad died from an aortic aneurysm.&nbsp; just like his dad did.&nbsp; i often wondered if he would have lived just a bit longer if he did not have me as his daughter.&nbsp;&nbsp; if all of his anger, aggravation he felt towards me so much of my life caused the aneurysm to burst sooner than what it would have if they would have never raised me, kept me, had me.&nbsp; i <em>was </em>a mistake.&nbsp; <br /><br />the last couple of months my dad and i had several conversations that lasted an hour or more while my&nbsp; mom was attending a weekly meeting.&nbsp; they were&nbsp;great conversations.&nbsp; we talked about so many things.&nbsp; but just like always, i said or did something wrong and we were not invited over to their house for a casual family gathering shortly before he died.&nbsp; <br /><br />the thursday before he died i called to ask my mom a question.&nbsp; he was in a bad mood, and very short with me.&nbsp; that was the last time i talked to him.&nbsp; <br /><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0_UPb_8_CaQ/TgFYT3l_oOI/AAAAAAAAE68/dHK1dj1xY9Y/s1600/001.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" i$="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0_UPb_8_CaQ/TgFYT3l_oOI/AAAAAAAAE68/dHK1dj1xY9Y/s320/001.JPG" width="240" /></a></div>i miss him though.&nbsp; so very much.&nbsp; as the years go by i feel as though maybe he was never real.&nbsp; i can't remember the sound of his voice.&nbsp; but every once in awhile i smell someone at a store who smells like he did&nbsp;or see a face that looks a bit like his.&nbsp; he and my husband had one thing in common.&nbsp; they both are/were very hard workers. <br /><br />&nbsp;i left out most of the gorey details of our life as a family, but long story short i did not feel deserving of feeling his presence this father's day.&nbsp; but i told him i missed him when i opened my armoir that holds many things, including this photo of him.&nbsp; i have told him several times i wish i was a better daughter.&nbsp; <br /><br />sunday, father's day, i had just a few minutes alone in the house.&nbsp; i was telling myself i needed to adjust my big girl panties and get out of my funk.&nbsp; <br /><br />for some unknown reason instead of meditating, reading, running through the house naked (just kidding) while i had my alone time, i decided to clean up one of my two book marks, or favorites files.&nbsp; it was my quickie favorites file on the computer.<br /><br />&nbsp;i decided there was no need to check out any of the blogs on this list, i would keep them all.&nbsp; i had not looked at any of the blogs on this file for several months because this favorites file had become an unruly mess.&nbsp;&nbsp; <br /><br />as i clicked on several saved web sites to determine whether or not to keep them, one particuliar blog kept nagging at me to look at it.&nbsp;&nbsp; several times i resisted, telling myself i could go back and look at this blog and many others on a later date.&nbsp;&nbsp; <br /><br />several minutes later i could not stand it any longer....i had to look at this one blog.&nbsp; <br /><br />i clicked here, there, and everywhere on this blog looking it over....and then scrolled down the page quickly....something then caught my eye and i slowly scrolled back up the page.&nbsp; <br /><br />i saw a piece of assemblage art titled......'daddy's little girl'.<br /><br />at first i thought it was just a thing that happened.&nbsp; even though i believe in signs from those who have passed, i did not feel i would receive such a gift because i was not deserving of it.&nbsp; <br /><br />after a minute or so to think about it, i accepted it for what it was.&nbsp; a gift.&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;a wonderful gift.&nbsp; &nbsp; <br /><br />after all what are the odds that i would decide this one activity out of so many i would normally rather be doing.<br /><br />what are the odds i would have stumbled upon this very place on this very blog.&nbsp; i have at least 150 blogs bookmarked.&nbsp; <br /><br />i am sure i would have had better odds at winning the lottery.&nbsp; <br /><br />my mood lightened and brightened as the message sunk in slowly.&nbsp; <br /><br />this was not the only gift i would receive...there was another to come.<br /><br />the beast (vertigo) has been kicking my butt for several weeks and sunday was no exception.&nbsp; we had run to a few stores that afternoon, which is exhausting when the beast is being especially naughty.&nbsp; i was ready to change into my stretchy pants and take it easy, but for some reason i decided to ride along with my daughter to pick up my oldest son from his girlfriends house.&nbsp; <br /><br />my hubby and i decided a few weeks ago i need to pack my camera no matter where we go.&nbsp; i always find myself saying 'awww, if only i had my camera with me....look at that'&nbsp; <br /><br />i had forgotten my camera the other day and there was the most beautiful sunset.....and a HEART shaped cloud.&nbsp; i was so mad at myself!&nbsp; i wanted to play show-n-tell with everyone!&nbsp;&nbsp; it is not very often a heart shaped cloud appears in the sky.<br /><br />well, i had forgotten my camera again and we decided that we would grab my camera when we dropped my hubby off, &nbsp;since the sun was setting.&nbsp; who knows, maybe i could capture a worthy photo or two.<br /><br />on the way to pick up sam i caught of few pretty photos...<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GSi9nWbUeT8/TgFg6Zm8_JI/AAAAAAAAE7A/81xdEECsVKw/s1600/045.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" i$="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GSi9nWbUeT8/TgFg6Zm8_JI/AAAAAAAAE7A/81xdEECsVKw/s320/045.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-R-7_PQDwFWw/TgFhAz8oaxI/AAAAAAAAE7E/hqH78NtJXzA/s1600/051.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" i$="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-R-7_PQDwFWw/TgFhAz8oaxI/AAAAAAAAE7E/hqH78NtJXzA/s320/051.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uRItNrWFGUc/TgFhFmI_A5I/AAAAAAAAE7I/Ro-4MIM-9gQ/s1600/058.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" i$="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uRItNrWFGUc/TgFhFmI_A5I/AAAAAAAAE7I/Ro-4MIM-9gQ/s320/058.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3ECeOJnt8KA/TgFhO7grRsI/AAAAAAAAE7M/ydHeQqVb1Fc/s1600/068.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" i$="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3ECeOJnt8KA/TgFhO7grRsI/AAAAAAAAE7M/ydHeQqVb1Fc/s320/068.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br />i so love clouds and sun rises and sun sets.&nbsp; sometimes it almost seems as though you are getting a chance to get a glimpse in to heaven.<br /><br />after we stopped for just a brief second to snap a few photos we headed off to pick up sam.&nbsp; <br /><br />on the way home the sunset became even more beautiful and so back to the college parking lot we headed so that i could snap a few more pics.&nbsp; <br /><br /><br />i was in awe at all of the beauty.&nbsp; in front of me was the most beautiful sun set.&nbsp;&nbsp; <br /><br />while photographing i began giving thanks to God for this beauty,&nbsp;my camera, my eyes to see it all with, i was grateful i had decided to ride along with my daughter.<br /><br />as you scroll through the pictures notice what shape the sun takes on...all while i was giving thanks.&nbsp; <br /><br />if you have never read my blog, i collect and photograph all things heart-y.&nbsp; my son always brings me heart shaped rocks from the local creek.&nbsp;&nbsp; we have had chicken patties, biscuits, hamburgers, a potato, &nbsp;all heart shaped.&nbsp; <br /><br />bear with me here...i snapped alot of photos.&nbsp; this is each and every photo i snapped one after the other while giving thanks.....<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-liH0ZETufTY/TgFkbfOt4OI/AAAAAAAAE7Q/YEFqOGh-3QE/s1600/080.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" i$="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-liH0ZETufTY/TgFkbfOt4OI/AAAAAAAAE7Q/YEFqOGh-3QE/s320/080.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VVuK0CCQAic/TgFkeRzO0SI/AAAAAAAAE7U/WpWlet9vNX0/s1600/081.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" i$="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VVuK0CCQAic/TgFkeRzO0SI/AAAAAAAAE7U/WpWlet9vNX0/s320/081.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8_TArVUClPI/TgFkhCh0AAI/AAAAAAAAE7Y/5vRTTIfNaQw/s1600/082.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" i$="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8_TArVUClPI/TgFkhCh0AAI/AAAAAAAAE7Y/5vRTTIfNaQw/s320/082.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9BZ8C5OtWdk/TgFkj44u9yI/AAAAAAAAE7c/lZHX3HN1mn0/s1600/083.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" i$="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9BZ8C5OtWdk/TgFkj44u9yI/AAAAAAAAE7c/lZHX3HN1mn0/s320/083.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6_aGk2ynSng/TgFknEEpxmI/AAAAAAAAE7g/OTSMfKUaUSA/s1600/084.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" i$="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6_aGk2ynSng/TgFknEEpxmI/AAAAAAAAE7g/OTSMfKUaUSA/s320/084.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Yi2T-53BKE0/TgFkp6YU_9I/AAAAAAAAE7k/GjG4O7pj8lc/s1600/085.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" i$="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Yi2T-53BKE0/TgFkp6YU_9I/AAAAAAAAE7k/GjG4O7pj8lc/s320/085.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YjBIXwK3H0I/TgFksfiLCgI/AAAAAAAAE7o/RUs2lar1d5M/s1600/086.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" i$="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YjBIXwK3H0I/TgFksfiLCgI/AAAAAAAAE7o/RUs2lar1d5M/s320/086.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LpNwEF_2RFI/TgFkvvsR30I/AAAAAAAAE7s/wxr9HQSdIaw/s1600/087.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" i$="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LpNwEF_2RFI/TgFkvvsR30I/AAAAAAAAE7s/wxr9HQSdIaw/s320/087.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-l0ZZTZhuwew/TgFkyJrLvvI/AAAAAAAAE7w/iZnfvqL1HZ8/s1600/088.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" i$="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-l0ZZTZhuwew/TgFkyJrLvvI/AAAAAAAAE7w/iZnfvqL1HZ8/s320/088.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lCsCdbUEEz8/TgFk0wRc2VI/AAAAAAAAE70/dEXK0rbHJgM/s1600/089.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" i$="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lCsCdbUEEz8/TgFk0wRc2VI/AAAAAAAAE70/dEXK0rbHJgM/s320/089.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KotAAIzwWeI/TgFk3D7mhGI/AAAAAAAAE74/5HwDmVgNCiY/s1600/090.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" i$="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KotAAIzwWeI/TgFk3D7mhGI/AAAAAAAAE74/5HwDmVgNCiY/s320/090.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br />notice at times the sun, or it's glare, seems to take on the shape of a heart????&nbsp; i did not notice this until after i was done taking photos and went back to review them.<br /><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5PUbyYMrX_8/TgFk5cX1-PI/AAAAAAAAE78/gy6FEg6FzZw/s1600/091.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" i$="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5PUbyYMrX_8/TgFk5cX1-PI/AAAAAAAAE78/gy6FEg6FzZw/s320/091.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /><br />only again to go back to a more orb shape.......<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-w_MqDZT-StI/TgFk8ADypxI/AAAAAAAAE8A/o5FCb9AMrIc/s1600/092.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" i$="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-w_MqDZT-StI/TgFk8ADypxI/AAAAAAAAE8A/o5FCb9AMrIc/s320/092.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fBonfxgOxww/TgFk-aWkRmI/AAAAAAAAE8E/g3mDopsJfUM/s1600/093.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" i$="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fBonfxgOxww/TgFk-aWkRmI/AAAAAAAAE8E/g3mDopsJfUM/s320/093.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ysbq9iZOK88/TgFlBvP7GFI/AAAAAAAAE8I/h8cSOZoSEH4/s1600/094.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" i$="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ysbq9iZOK88/TgFlBvP7GFI/AAAAAAAAE8I/h8cSOZoSEH4/s320/094.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-R7Lb_1O14Rc/TgFlEAGSTeI/AAAAAAAAE8M/X8F--O0CWiY/s1600/095.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" i$="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-R7Lb_1O14Rc/TgFlEAGSTeI/AAAAAAAAE8M/X8F--O0CWiY/s320/095.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8EQ_IvSQ5gM/TgFlGl29VgI/AAAAAAAAE8Q/6LyYHwF3W2Y/s1600/096.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" i$="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8EQ_IvSQ5gM/TgFlGl29VgI/AAAAAAAAE8Q/6LyYHwF3W2Y/s320/096.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4cT5Rbi6RL4/TgFlJlEA93I/AAAAAAAAE8U/VC-OmROpLok/s1600/097.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" i$="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4cT5Rbi6RL4/TgFlJlEA93I/AAAAAAAAE8U/VC-OmROpLok/s320/097.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ht8a2-Qrumc/TgFlM1gJdqI/AAAAAAAAE8Y/hXcUvBQ2Yhg/s1600/098.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" i$="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ht8a2-Qrumc/TgFlM1gJdqI/AAAAAAAAE8Y/hXcUvBQ2Yhg/s320/098.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xullEAzZP0k/TgFlQBjBNgI/AAAAAAAAE8c/vcmNk7s16eA/s1600/099.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" i$="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xullEAzZP0k/TgFlQBjBNgI/AAAAAAAAE8c/vcmNk7s16eA/s320/099.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2jvhMDZvPaU/TgFlSxz6B0I/AAAAAAAAE8g/6WuP-UJBD9U/s1600/100.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" i$="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2jvhMDZvPaU/TgFlSxz6B0I/AAAAAAAAE8g/6WuP-UJBD9U/s320/100.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PlI2PRvxL0g/TgFlWXmKrVI/AAAAAAAAE8k/2npbFU8QeSM/s1600/101.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" i$="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PlI2PRvxL0g/TgFlWXmKrVI/AAAAAAAAE8k/2npbFU8QeSM/s320/101.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1Jp0ggVb_8I/TgFlZrwWGMI/AAAAAAAAE8o/a1TzLc2fyGU/s1600/102.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" i$="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1Jp0ggVb_8I/TgFlZrwWGMI/AAAAAAAAE8o/a1TzLc2fyGU/s320/102.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br />remember i was giving thanks during this whole section of shooting photos.&nbsp; there are only a few seconds between each photo...the glare of the sun was changing that much....right BEFORE i shot the photo above i said 'oh yea...thank you dad and God for your message earlier today'&nbsp; (the daddy's little girl message)&nbsp; once i gave thanks for that...poof....the glare became ENORMOUS!&nbsp; <br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IlvUQLINUBs/TgFlc-LwTPI/AAAAAAAAE8s/aaOPeKGC0sk/s1600/103.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" i$="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IlvUQLINUBs/TgFlc-LwTPI/AAAAAAAAE8s/aaOPeKGC0sk/s320/103.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4jlFv1qBRIM/TgFlgOMuRvI/AAAAAAAAE8w/Byuc155nbbo/s1600/104.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" i$="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4jlFv1qBRIM/TgFlgOMuRvI/AAAAAAAAE8w/Byuc155nbbo/s320/104.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mICa5nsyXbo/TgFljb9lvNI/AAAAAAAAE80/duWZitntQ3I/s1600/105.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" i$="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mICa5nsyXbo/TgFljb9lvNI/AAAAAAAAE80/duWZitntQ3I/s320/105.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yzWJ_gGB56Y/TgFlmSLeJ-I/AAAAAAAAE84/WyNyxp7xFSE/s1600/106.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" i$="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yzWJ_gGB56Y/TgFlmSLeJ-I/AAAAAAAAE84/WyNyxp7xFSE/s320/106.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Inx7pwzI8_Y/TgFlpmQ3ZGI/AAAAAAAAE88/syFGqyT63TM/s1600/107.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" i$="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Inx7pwzI8_Y/TgFlpmQ3ZGI/AAAAAAAAE88/syFGqyT63TM/s320/107.JPG" width="320" /></a></div>&nbsp;there are at least 50 more photos...i will share a few more from this side of the sky in a minute....but...<br /><br />remember i said i was upset because i missed a chance to take a photo of A single &nbsp;(1) heart shaped cloud????<br /><br />look and see what was on the other side of the sky while the sun was setting...<br /><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TMp82QvcVXU/TgFqBk8ljPI/AAAAAAAAE9A/nR_dU_cl0BE/s1600/148.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" i$="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TMp82QvcVXU/TgFqBk8ljPI/AAAAAAAAE9A/nR_dU_cl0BE/s320/148.JPG" width="240" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-k2bZntvnzK4/TgFqFyCmFGI/AAAAAAAAE9E/72VpYaf43sE/s1600/149.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" i$="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-k2bZntvnzK4/TgFqFyCmFGI/AAAAAAAAE9E/72VpYaf43sE/s320/149.JPG" width="240" /></a></div>&nbsp;doesn't it look like a heart with wings?????<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sGmU-RRIzT4/TgFqJgvUZyI/AAAAAAAAE9I/w_zsbXptEn8/s1600/150.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" i$="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sGmU-RRIzT4/TgFqJgvUZyI/AAAAAAAAE9I/w_zsbXptEn8/s320/150.JPG" width="240" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TZ6PZ6uJeuo/TgFqNAfbZQI/AAAAAAAAE9M/HPt1XFz_xiM/s1600/151.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" i$="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TZ6PZ6uJeuo/TgFqNAfbZQI/AAAAAAAAE9M/HPt1XFz_xiM/s320/151.JPG" width="240" /></a></div><br />how many hearts do you see in this photo above?<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oKEYENtyfw4/TgFq8WeFgAI/AAAAAAAAE9Q/XKFOggkFjrs/s1600/164.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" i$="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oKEYENtyfw4/TgFq8WeFgAI/AAAAAAAAE9Q/XKFOggkFjrs/s320/164.JPG" width="240" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-t4QZCJ4VcjQ/TgFq_tto3XI/AAAAAAAAE9U/6CQ9va6MSbo/s1600/165.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" i$="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-t4QZCJ4VcjQ/TgFq_tto3XI/AAAAAAAAE9U/6CQ9va6MSbo/s320/165.JPG" width="240" /></a></div>more hearts......<br /><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RurMFTxOxbw/TgFr-8ovYII/AAAAAAAAE9Y/tBUAdoyNkfw/s1600/125.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" i$="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RurMFTxOxbw/TgFr-8ovYII/AAAAAAAAE9Y/tBUAdoyNkfw/s320/125.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /><br />see the heart above....on the right hand side?<br /><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SUFAsKYfXG8/TgFsC4FipaI/AAAAAAAAE9c/sTtMOCWzvEs/s1600/134.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" i$="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SUFAsKYfXG8/TgFsC4FipaI/AAAAAAAAE9c/sTtMOCWzvEs/s320/134.JPG" width="320" /></a></div>a little glimpse of heaven...<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VxxzZ5OGZP4/TgFtEv0SsDI/AAAAAAAAE9g/2ma1B-WVvKM/s1600/075.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" i$="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VxxzZ5OGZP4/TgFtEv0SsDI/AAAAAAAAE9g/2ma1B-WVvKM/s320/075.JPG" width="320" /></a></div>a beautiful bit of haze.&nbsp;&nbsp; i love the hazy sunsets you see when near water....i have always felt like i belong near large rocks and water....maybe that is where we are heading?&nbsp; heaven...and God...only knows at this point.&nbsp; <br /><br />with much love to you all.....nighty night.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-aTf_Z3u_W40/TgFuEap5-RI/AAAAAAAAE9k/bJ-wxO19NmA/s1600/005+%25288%2529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" i$="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-aTf_Z3u_W40/TgFuEap5-RI/AAAAAAAAE9k/bJ-wxO19NmA/s320/005+%25288%2529.JPG" width="320" /></a></div>Nest Feathers and Twinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18179102786567303141noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11062603.post-73370318461973888292011-05-14T14:16:00.001-05:002011-05-14T14:18:54.818-05:00she battled the beast, he got nailed, prince max received his crown, sam wore fancy pants to a dance, and steph got us there and backthe beast....i live with the beast everyday.<br /><br />some days&nbsp;it is naughty very little, most days it is with me every step of way.<br /><br />this past week it has been acting up horribly bad.<br /><br />the beast, vertigo, has been oh-so-naughty this week.&nbsp; this arty girl has to sleep at about a 45* angle to help keep the beast from settling in.&nbsp; sunday night i had a good...terrific....wonderful &nbsp;nights sleep and when that happens i find myself not-so-much in a 45* angle...oh and it feels oh-so-wonderful to be lying flat......i managed to slide down my hilly pile-o-pillows&nbsp;and found myself face-planted drooling &nbsp;and sheet faced at the bottom of the pile...and did i mention how wonderful it feels to be lying flat....hu-uh-eaven.<br /><br />(there will never, ever, ever be a photo of what that looks like!&nbsp; blanket and sheet crinkles on the face, bed head, poofy eyes....not pretty)<br /><br />my plans to get to work with some of the new additions to my bead collection...<em>downstairs</em> in my studio&nbsp;were not to happen since i nearly had to crawl my way to the kitchen..so a change of plans was in order.&nbsp; <br /><br />i did this for the first time...and loved it.&nbsp;&nbsp; very simple easy....but very time consuming.&nbsp; <br /><br />steph and i plan to make some of these to add to our etsy shop.&nbsp; i still have 2 or 3 more strands for the necklace....maybe 4....i like the layers.&nbsp; maybe a wrap bracelet.&nbsp; then i need to figure out how i will hold them all together and add the clasp.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2_RiAGtamIY/Tc6502pDl6I/AAAAAAAAE3A/Y83wlvqnRj0/s1600/002.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" j8="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2_RiAGtamIY/Tc6502pDl6I/AAAAAAAAE3A/Y83wlvqnRj0/s320/002.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-b6LazgztxB8/Tc653bVfhNI/AAAAAAAAE3E/8NXrLPK9BnY/s1600/003.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" j8="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-b6LazgztxB8/Tc653bVfhNI/AAAAAAAAE3E/8NXrLPK9BnY/s320/003.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-s1liYmITGFE/Tc6557nnovI/AAAAAAAAE3I/aptoEDWeEBg/s1600/001.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" j8="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-s1liYmITGFE/Tc6557nnovI/AAAAAAAAE3I/aptoEDWeEBg/s320/001.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br />i love, love, love these bright happy colors.....and they will go great with these....<br /><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PzLQ7SJ9zKk/Tc664Vb2P3I/AAAAAAAAE3M/OKi0I3_xWsA/s1600/072.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" j8="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PzLQ7SJ9zKk/Tc664Vb2P3I/AAAAAAAAE3M/OKi0I3_xWsA/s320/072.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br />i got these for mother's day last year.....ohhhh&nbsp; here are the beautiful flowers i got for this year's mother's day<br /><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-P_piy4i9aEo/Tc67QB22QtI/AAAAAAAAE3Q/0WSbl0YGDUI/s1600/010.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" j8="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-P_piy4i9aEo/Tc67QB22QtI/AAAAAAAAE3Q/0WSbl0YGDUI/s320/010.JPG" width="240" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VmtX0hK8H-s/Tc67TpZe9UI/AAAAAAAAE3U/IvEsuU-QggA/s1600/007.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" j8="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VmtX0hK8H-s/Tc67TpZe9UI/AAAAAAAAE3U/IvEsuU-QggA/s320/007.JPG" width="240" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-f1ZgMMBg-aQ/Tc67WFI0KkI/AAAAAAAAE3Y/su7QHjbm4jo/s1600/009.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" j8="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-f1ZgMMBg-aQ/Tc67WFI0KkI/AAAAAAAAE3Y/su7QHjbm4jo/s320/009.JPG" width="240" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4BtWZEo_cTg/Tc67Yh4uXlI/AAAAAAAAE3c/B9eITCx9JVY/s1600/008.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" j8="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4BtWZEo_cTg/Tc67Yh4uXlI/AAAAAAAAE3c/B9eITCx9JVY/s320/008.JPG" width="240" /></a></div><br />the smell from these pink tulips and blue-y purple-y irisssss was wonderful.&nbsp; i intended to put them on the kitchen table...but i loved breathing them in from my bedside table, and so that is just where they stayed...specially since i was in bed for the first couple of days of the week.<br /><br /><br /><br />monday evening&nbsp;i could not wait for my hubby to get home from work....most days i am good on my own, fighting the beast, but this eve i needed him...and bad.&nbsp; this was one of those few times i had surrendered and wanted him here to hold me and help me feel better.&nbsp;&nbsp; <br /><br />monday evening we ended up taking care of each other.<br /><br />while using a nail gun at work he got nailed.&nbsp; the gun double fired with one pull of the trigger due to a nail stuck in the doohicky muhbob thingy and so one nail went where it was suppose to and the other shot through the wood and nailed his finger to the board.&nbsp; <br /><br />he....had....to.....pulllllll his finger off the board and nail.....luckily the bone in his finger stopped the 2&nbsp;inch nail from going through his finger completely.......owie....icky....bad.....yuck.<br /><br />last year he did this<br /><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EvbsiiLVVaU/Tc69gkQRjpI/AAAAAAAAE3g/ApMwKRt53oE/s1600/351.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" j8="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EvbsiiLVVaU/Tc69gkQRjpI/AAAAAAAAE3g/ApMwKRt53oE/s320/351.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-aBi9cHZiicU/Tc69jelujWI/AAAAAAAAE3k/a0FGlvZ7w6w/s1600/352.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" j8="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-aBi9cHZiicU/Tc69jelujWI/AAAAAAAAE3k/a0FGlvZ7w6w/s320/352.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div>he ended up with a nice nail shaped hole in his finger, and for a couple of days it was tender, but no biggie.<br /><br />this time though......<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZMIZrdcM_UA/Tc6-MHFkBFI/AAAAAAAAE3o/KhLP5HDZuik/s1600/004.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" j8="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZMIZrdcM_UA/Tc6-MHFkBFI/AAAAAAAAE3o/KhLP5HDZuik/s320/004.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br />the boo-boo finger is the one of the left.....<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--UsAvQEKmzQ/Tc6-OiuS0wI/AAAAAAAAE3s/v2yuzBcEBvI/s1600/006.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" j8="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--UsAvQEKmzQ/Tc6-OiuS0wI/AAAAAAAAE3s/v2yuzBcEBvI/s320/006.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br />this time his finger began to swell, and swell and the pain was waking him up at night.&nbsp; so wednesday he headed back to the workers comp med center to have it looked at, again.&nbsp; this time they took and xray and found sometime in the past he had fractured his finger, but not this time.&nbsp; just a bad, mean, nasty infection.&nbsp; <br /><br />the meds they gave him treat infection....and anthrax.&nbsp; 1 big old pill at&nbsp; night.&nbsp;&nbsp; <br /><br />and one of the side effects of this medicine.......GAS.&nbsp; like the man needs any more of that.&nbsp;&nbsp; they should have issued gas masks for the innocent with that prescription.&nbsp; <br /><br />thursday max had his permanent crown put on his front tooth.&nbsp; <br /><br />there are no before pictures....teeth give me the heebies.&nbsp; wish i could have so that you could have seen what a wreck his mouth was before from his accident.&nbsp; his other teeth were bonded.<br /><br />max did let me take an after picture though<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_aY0kKUT8Cs/Tc6_78m35JI/AAAAAAAAE3w/AU98VXHuGLw/s1600/047.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" j8="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_aY0kKUT8Cs/Tc6_78m35JI/AAAAAAAAE3w/AU98VXHuGLw/s320/047.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">look..see...you can't even tell that just a month earlier he had come through the door with tooth dust all over his lips and other assorted bad stuff.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">if you look real close you can see wittle mustachey hairs growing in...sniff sniff...on his wittle baby face.</div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2j68TWVaAFE/Tc6__0qSXQI/AAAAAAAAE30/TV9PkaVDK9Y/s1600/012.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" j8="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2j68TWVaAFE/Tc6__0qSXQI/AAAAAAAAE30/TV9PkaVDK9Y/s320/012.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br />the dentist's office has the neatest leather deck chairs.....i want.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UaD6ozKM_PU/Tc7AEKBNJWI/AAAAAAAAE34/zeWhkEP1a8U/s1600/015.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" j8="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UaD6ozKM_PU/Tc7AEKBNJWI/AAAAAAAAE34/zeWhkEP1a8U/s320/015.JPG" width="240" /></a></div><br />these chairs were pretty&nbsp; neat too, but i did not want to look too strange doing a photo shoot in the dentist's office.<br /><br /><br /><br />the office is located in place called <a href="http://www.newtownatstcharles.com/">new town</a>.&nbsp; for years we have dreamt of moving here....i am not sure if we still do, only because just minutes away there is a rougher part of town and these residents have experienced a few issues.&nbsp; but every time we drive through this mayberry-esque piece of heaven i fall in love again....<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-n9uhJsQ54wo/Tc7AUOmC22I/AAAAAAAAE38/lvqVEQ5L59c/s1600/018.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" j8="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-n9uhJsQ54wo/Tc7AUOmC22I/AAAAAAAAE38/lvqVEQ5L59c/s320/018.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vGmz7YkEZao/Tc7AXstqjaI/AAAAAAAAE4A/ilNC86uNosg/s1600/019.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" j8="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vGmz7YkEZao/Tc7AXstqjaI/AAAAAAAAE4A/ilNC86uNosg/s320/019.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VFfG3yhwK08/Tc7Aa-wQECI/AAAAAAAAE4E/A5cV16BVclI/s1600/022.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" j8="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VFfG3yhwK08/Tc7Aa-wQECI/AAAAAAAAE4E/A5cV16BVclI/s320/022.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VTSfWd2mayk/Tc7AdDUIEuI/AAAAAAAAE4I/NF08-MiL15A/s1600/024.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" j8="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VTSfWd2mayk/Tc7AdDUIEuI/AAAAAAAAE4I/NF08-MiL15A/s320/024.JPG" width="320" /></a></div>&nbsp;of the lovlies in new town is one of several koi ponds.&nbsp; after max was crowned we visited one of them.<br /><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LoqDPBEUufI/Tc7DsKJ-ALI/AAAAAAAAE4M/dKWLC90WNfc/s1600/016.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" j8="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LoqDPBEUufI/Tc7DsKJ-ALI/AAAAAAAAE4M/dKWLC90WNfc/s320/016.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br />beach vollyball outside the dentist's office<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cjNjUtr5X1U/Tc7D4aaexHI/AAAAAAAAE4Q/ds-e-YOWrYM/s1600/026.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" j8="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cjNjUtr5X1U/Tc7D4aaexHI/AAAAAAAAE4Q/ds-e-YOWrYM/s320/026.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5E3GDclGjNs/Tc7EAkMEXZI/AAAAAAAAE4U/Ua2Sb2KGMdM/s1600/027.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" j8="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5E3GDclGjNs/Tc7EAkMEXZI/AAAAAAAAE4U/Ua2Sb2KGMdM/s320/027.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-I97i0bC8l6c/Tc7EHZVcYjI/AAAAAAAAE4Y/JN3jt0JgUDo/s1600/029.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" j8="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-I97i0bC8l6c/Tc7EHZVcYjI/AAAAAAAAE4Y/JN3jt0JgUDo/s320/029.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br />waterfall at the koi pond<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eItC6F9Ikbk/Tc7ETn2XEyI/AAAAAAAAE4c/73KnuEfLpOc/s1600/040.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" j8="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eItC6F9Ikbk/Tc7ETn2XEyI/AAAAAAAAE4c/73KnuEfLpOc/s320/040.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HEhuJSjAj1k/Tc7EalJGuII/AAAAAAAAE4g/xLjeBgQ7opY/s1600/041.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" j8="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HEhuJSjAj1k/Tc7EalJGuII/AAAAAAAAE4g/xLjeBgQ7opY/s320/041.JPG" width="320" /></a></div>&nbsp; quite a few spiders have made their home there....<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-S311hrxXodA/Tc7Ek2avWjI/AAAAAAAAE4k/SYrhHf31TFY/s1600/049.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" j8="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-S311hrxXodA/Tc7Ek2avWjI/AAAAAAAAE4k/SYrhHf31TFY/s320/049.JPG" width="240" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-g_1DlSmbduI/Tc7EqeJM2DI/AAAAAAAAE4o/8uY3_sPQoiQ/s1600/052.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" j8="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-g_1DlSmbduI/Tc7EqeJM2DI/AAAAAAAAE4o/8uY3_sPQoiQ/s320/052.JPG" width="240" /></a></div><br />at christmas bill was still taller than max....max's new shoes do add a bit of height to him, but not much.&nbsp; this was my smallest baby at just 9 lbs 8 oz and 2 weeks early at that....thank goodness....and it seems he will end up the biggest of the three of them.<br /><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IxrUpAuNKPA/Tc7Ew3sKQoI/AAAAAAAAE4s/8-CTxvJqbww/s1600/053.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" j8="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IxrUpAuNKPA/Tc7Ew3sKQoI/AAAAAAAAE4s/8-CTxvJqbww/s320/053.JPG" width="320" /></a></div>&nbsp;size 81/2 next to a size 15 1/2.<br /><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5SXUhrxptSE/Tc7E-1i6bGI/AAAAAAAAE4w/JkgndRsFZvM/s1600/054.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" j8="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5SXUhrxptSE/Tc7E-1i6bGI/AAAAAAAAE4w/JkgndRsFZvM/s320/054.JPG" width="240" /></a></div><br />and the crane looks right......<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-aN9RJhvkJng/Tc7FIoh4lEI/AAAAAAAAE40/Z_mPioQU7jo/s1600/055.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" j8="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-aN9RJhvkJng/Tc7FIoh4lEI/AAAAAAAAE40/Z_mPioQU7jo/s320/055.JPG" width="240" /></a></div><br />then left.....<br /><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IUbC-VFpaic/Tc7FMIz8FHI/AAAAAAAAE44/etCTLg9_510/s1600/057.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" j8="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IUbC-VFpaic/Tc7FMIz8FHI/AAAAAAAAE44/etCTLg9_510/s320/057.JPG" width="240" /></a></div><br /><br />spies it's dinner swimming....<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uzoLcEX1MQA/Tc7FO3YMOnI/AAAAAAAAE48/yTm_nbSSKBA/s1600/062.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" j8="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uzoLcEX1MQA/Tc7FO3YMOnI/AAAAAAAAE48/yTm_nbSSKBA/s320/062.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br />after plucking just the perfect size fish from the waters it flew across the lake to have dinner.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cH8lC6EjQf0/Tc7FVvlARMI/AAAAAAAAE5A/uyDuCudhon0/s1600/051.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" j8="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cH8lC6EjQf0/Tc7FVvlARMI/AAAAAAAAE5A/uyDuCudhon0/s320/051.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OOx51YBNvWE/Tc7FZZnhPyI/AAAAAAAAE5E/Znl053VbazM/s1600/063.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" j8="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OOx51YBNvWE/Tc7FZZnhPyI/AAAAAAAAE5E/Znl053VbazM/s320/063.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UVReFwTDyvI/Tc7Feh6TM3I/AAAAAAAAE5I/yGH8ctKQ56M/s1600/064.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" j8="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UVReFwTDyvI/Tc7Feh6TM3I/AAAAAAAAE5I/yGH8ctKQ56M/s320/064.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wp2fcqKUmEs/Tc7FiUsWpfI/AAAAAAAAE5M/9fFAvmNNTb8/s1600/065.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" j8="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wp2fcqKUmEs/Tc7FiUsWpfI/AAAAAAAAE5M/9fFAvmNNTb8/s320/065.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /><br />as we drove around new town and took a few pictures sam texted, a wee bit anxious to pick up his tux for prom.&nbsp; so we left this little piece of heaven and headed home...<br /><br /><br />friday afternoon steph and i ran all over town running errands.&nbsp; i have not been able to drive for years...i miss it so, sometimes.&nbsp; but having a chauffeur....pretty awesome too.<br /><br />it is so weird, my first born, my baby girl was driving me here, there, and everywhere.&nbsp; it just blows my mind to look over and see her behind the wheel all grown up sometimes....<br /><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-K7EEb442OpQ/Tc7JCq8adKI/AAAAAAAAE5Q/oBekYgp2JN0/s1600/me.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" j8="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-K7EEb442OpQ/Tc7JCq8adKI/AAAAAAAAE5Q/oBekYgp2JN0/s320/me.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br />she is a very verbal driver.&nbsp; i think it is genetic...<br /><br />steph and i found this store in the mall...earthbound.....i fell in love with the clothes and purses.&nbsp; they spoke to&nbsp; my inner gypsy/boho-y/hippie girl.<br /><br />we stopped by the only payless in the area that carries shoes in her size....11 - 12.&nbsp; there is very little selection and it breaks my heart.&nbsp;&nbsp; she pretty much has boxes for feet.&nbsp;&nbsp; when we stopped at a specialty shop her feet actually measure as 9eeee....no the 'e' key did not get stuck.&nbsp; she has boxes for feet.&nbsp; <br /><br />she hates her daddy for it...but i keep trying to tell her it is my side of the family.&nbsp; she has those sturdy&nbsp; german feet from my side.&nbsp; <br /><br />sam...this boy marches to&nbsp;the beat of his own drum, and i love, love, love&nbsp;him dearly, but he is a bit of a nervous nelly and can drive me crazy.&nbsp; once we were home with his new cell phone and tux in hand then we started up on a new round of crazies....getting ready, photographed and getting to emily's on time.....i found myself wishing for a dart gun and duct tape.&nbsp; knock him out and tape his mouth shut....if only just for a minute.&nbsp; <br /><br />sounds bad, but we have been patiently getting through the week with him checking and double checking on just the whens and hows of it all....it is just part of what makes him sam, and he is getting better....so much better as he grows and matures.&nbsp; <br /><br />we took several photos before we left our house, and being quite the ham, sam is....<br /><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kx3j6TMMDcg/Tc7MqJ7qOaI/AAAAAAAAE5U/uj9DWAsGv7Y/s1600/003.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" j8="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kx3j6TMMDcg/Tc7MqJ7qOaI/AAAAAAAAE5U/uj9DWAsGv7Y/s320/003.JPG" width="240" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_lb1bVhYgxA/Tc7MvVr6P1I/AAAAAAAAE5Y/S513Fr-aiLM/s1600/006.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" j8="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_lb1bVhYgxA/Tc7MvVr6P1I/AAAAAAAAE5Y/S513Fr-aiLM/s320/006.JPG" width="240" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-E2vcRrdvPrY/Tc7M0GHB18I/AAAAAAAAE5c/vRJkDAEY0qc/s1600/007.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" j8="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-E2vcRrdvPrY/Tc7M0GHB18I/AAAAAAAAE5c/vRJkDAEY0qc/s320/007.JPG" width="240" /></a></div><br />i had just told him he looked a bit like bond, james bond...we were all hoping he would keep his bit of facial scruff...but he went for the baby faced look for prom.....still my handsome boy.&nbsp; <br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qqnaOj6Cu_M/Tc7M20GjsaI/AAAAAAAAE5g/os7KK30XiW4/s1600/009.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" j8="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qqnaOj6Cu_M/Tc7M20GjsaI/AAAAAAAAE5g/os7KK30XiW4/s320/009.JPG" width="240" /></a></div><br />the ride over to emily's<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KHdPCUoNbvY/Tc7M8bDs4OI/AAAAAAAAE5k/9mFIypomGss/s1600/017.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" j8="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KHdPCUoNbvY/Tc7M8bDs4OI/AAAAAAAAE5k/9mFIypomGss/s320/017.JPG" width="240" /></a></div><br />aren't they just beautiful together.....<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Dr9bZoZCxY0/Tc7M-MIwxdI/AAAAAAAAE5o/PIeAL2EETrY/s1600/017a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" j8="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Dr9bZoZCxY0/Tc7M-MIwxdI/AAAAAAAAE5o/PIeAL2EETrY/s320/017a.jpg" width="183" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-suxbMiyHTyo/Tc7ND7OLoDI/AAAAAAAAE5s/FCnGZgELQVU/s1600/022.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" j8="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-suxbMiyHTyo/Tc7ND7OLoDI/AAAAAAAAE5s/FCnGZgELQVU/s320/022.JPG" width="240" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JnDsSmVNLRo/Tc7NEyleDFI/AAAAAAAAE5w/WpQaLy0nhg0/s1600/022a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" j8="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JnDsSmVNLRo/Tc7NEyleDFI/AAAAAAAAE5w/WpQaLy0nhg0/s320/022a.jpg" width="154" /></a></div>i think i love this one photo the best....they were all done being stiff and posey and now they were just relaxed and being themselves, walking up to emily's grandparents house for another round of photos.&nbsp; <br /><br /><br />so sam was off at prom and the remaining 4 of us decided to run out to the mall to return a pair of shorts for max at old navy.&nbsp; i love their clearance rack.&nbsp; i know i was just complaining about winter, but i can not...almost...wait for chilly days again as i picked up a few sweaters that were 36 - 54 bucks for a mere 2.97 - 6.97.&nbsp;&nbsp; i have a closet full of old navy cheepie bargains.&nbsp; <br /><br />as we were all getting ready to leave i looked up to see the most beautiful sky...it was heaven on earth to view the layers and layers of clouds and the colors.&nbsp; <br /><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7TSMFF96YHc/Tc7P8LypQII/AAAAAAAAE50/GbP8vedoBJ8/s1600/036.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" j8="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7TSMFF96YHc/Tc7P8LypQII/AAAAAAAAE50/GbP8vedoBJ8/s320/036.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kadg-s1IQMU/Tc7P_LDXmGI/AAAAAAAAE54/dClIWSx_SwU/s1600/043.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" j8="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kadg-s1IQMU/Tc7P_LDXmGI/AAAAAAAAE54/dClIWSx_SwU/s320/043.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iAtl4vaP-pI/Tc7QCDI-61I/AAAAAAAAE58/nUXiposGdlM/s1600/045.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" j8="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iAtl4vaP-pI/Tc7QCDI-61I/AAAAAAAAE58/nUXiposGdlM/s320/045.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-f-ltXkz0NWw/Tc7QL3sDwGI/AAAAAAAAE6A/7UxGz76Ir0c/s1600/048.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" j8="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-f-ltXkz0NWw/Tc7QL3sDwGI/AAAAAAAAE6A/7UxGz76Ir0c/s320/048.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4GGicsvC8ww/Tc7QQCpRLeI/AAAAAAAAE6E/xO85DTmd_SQ/s1600/050.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" j8="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4GGicsvC8ww/Tc7QQCpRLeI/AAAAAAAAE6E/xO85DTmd_SQ/s320/050.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZIeJP7PC6Fk/Tc7QTmVUOfI/AAAAAAAAE6I/dyz_BjIwxS4/s1600/055.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" j8="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZIeJP7PC6Fk/Tc7QTmVUOfI/AAAAAAAAE6I/dyz_BjIwxS4/s320/055.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6btZ8R2kqUs/Tc7QcZKzqOI/AAAAAAAAE6M/LiGl3OSQIkQ/s1600/057.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" j8="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6btZ8R2kqUs/Tc7QcZKzqOI/AAAAAAAAE6M/LiGl3OSQIkQ/s320/057.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-D42KhlrJe3c/Tc7Qf8iHCxI/AAAAAAAAE6Q/gCgCEkRFAL4/s1600/058.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" j8="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-D42KhlrJe3c/Tc7Qf8iHCxI/AAAAAAAAE6Q/gCgCEkRFAL4/s320/058.JPG" width="320" /></a></div>&nbsp;my fav..............<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qNeyWej8asQ/Tc7Qi7NIiXI/AAAAAAAAE6U/p_aA0X2i-Yk/s1600/062.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" j8="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qNeyWej8asQ/Tc7Qi7NIiXI/AAAAAAAAE6U/p_aA0X2i-Yk/s320/062.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /><br />so off i am to get ready.&nbsp; we have to return the tux and go back to the phone store to solve an issue...i will go by the gypsy/boho-y/hippie girl store and drool over the neatest schtuff and hit up jo-annes for some more supplies of the flossie kind...then we start off on another week of adventure.&nbsp; <br /><br />have a wonderful weekend.&nbsp; chat with you later.&nbsp; smooches to ya.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zW3HtSrenaE/Tc7U5NkneNI/AAAAAAAAE6Y/yNTcUU6lgm8/s1600/009+%25283%2529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" j8="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zW3HtSrenaE/Tc7U5NkneNI/AAAAAAAAE6Y/yNTcUU6lgm8/s320/009+%25283%2529.JPG" width="320" /></a></div>Nest Feathers and Twinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18179102786567303141noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11062603.post-42110943988598047792011-05-09T00:19:00.000-05:002011-05-09T00:19:47.511-05:00it is every day, not just today....this afternoon my youngest son's&nbsp;buddy, who is newly licensed,&nbsp; but not a new driver, &nbsp;called to see if max could go to a track for 4wheelers with him, and he asked since it was mother's day if it was ok with me.&nbsp; <br /><br />i love that he asked...and i told him yes it was ok, because every day is mother's day.&nbsp;&nbsp; not just today....<br /><br />then i proceeded to say a little prayer that both the boys would come home safely and i let my baby go and be with people that make him happy and do something that makes him happy.&nbsp; i let him go.<br /><br />today the hubby and i sent our daughter off to run errands here, there and everywhere...every time she left i said a little prayer that she would come home safely and i let her go.<br /><br />this morning my middle guy went to a church that he has been attending that his girl friend and buddies go to.&nbsp;&nbsp;this church &nbsp;is a little much for me for lack of&nbsp; better words to make a long story short.&nbsp; he is no longer hanging with some kids that seemed to be bringing him down.&nbsp; he is happier these days.&nbsp; i said a little prayer that he would make choices that are his own and i let him go.<br /><br />this is the hardest part of being a mom.&nbsp; letting them go to be and do their thing.&nbsp; not being with them always to protect them and keep them safe.&nbsp; <br /><br />if it were up to me i would wrap them in bubble wrap and keep them in arms reach always.&nbsp; but i can't.&nbsp; <br /><br />i love my babies so much.&nbsp; there are no words that could express the magnitude of this love.<br /><br />my daughter was so upset that we were not able to go anywhere for mother's day, or that there was not a huge pile of gifts.<br /><br />i tried to explain.&nbsp; she will not be able to comprehend just what i tried to explain until she is a mom.<br /><br />it is every day, not just today.&nbsp; mother's day, that is.&nbsp; <br /><br />every day is a gift.&nbsp; <br /><br />every hug.<br /><br />every i love you.<br /><br />every kiss.<br /><br />every kind deed done without asking.<br /><br />every day that they call me mom.<br /><br /><br />as i sit here typing about &nbsp;just how blessed i am, breathing in deeply the scent of a most beautiful bouquet of tulips and irisssss, &nbsp;to my left on the night stand i can still hear the boys trying to settle down and get to sleep, and the hubby snoring to my right and i think about what the next 20 years of motherhood will bring.&nbsp; <br /><br />but i already know that i will have to do so much more letting go as these babies of mine grow wings and fly away to make a nest of their own and i want so much to wrap them up in my arms and hold on forever, right by my side.&nbsp; but i have to let them go.Nest Feathers and Twinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18179102786567303141noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11062603.post-85848277675075125402011-05-08T04:28:00.002-05:002011-05-08T04:33:40.892-05:00Happy Mother's Dayit is 4:24 am and i am just crawling in to bed after having an hour and a half long conversation with my daughter....standing in the hallway.<br /><br />i am so&nbsp;blessed.&nbsp; <br /><br />what a beautiful mother's day gift.....someday she and her brothers will understand just how much it means to me...these shared moments and time spent with each other....even more so than an expensive dinner or diamonds.<br /><br />sending much love to you all.....nighty night<br /><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-evUM7bwGL64/TcZizV5LlKI/AAAAAAAAE28/vwMPSFkTSkY/s1600/002+%25289%2529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" j8="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-evUM7bwGL64/TcZizV5LlKI/AAAAAAAAE28/vwMPSFkTSkY/s320/002+%25289%2529.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div>Nest Feathers and Twinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18179102786567303141noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11062603.post-81883096369831385752011-05-07T01:14:00.003-05:002011-05-07T01:31:32.320-05:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EW0rGnEWIT8/TcTcDp6Uk4I/AAAAAAAAE2A/WeqpPXOmyu8/s1600/029.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" j8="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EW0rGnEWIT8/TcTcDp6Uk4I/AAAAAAAAE2A/WeqpPXOmyu8/s320/029.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">today it seemed no matter which way i turned what i planned just did not seem to want to work out.....</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">but the birds were singing and the sun shining and puppies being silly..... </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">no matter how much the debil tried to ruin the day</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">it just could not be ruined.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">today was beautiful</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">just beautiful</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Pm5oAwtTeWE/TcTcIMAheoI/AAAAAAAAE2E/L7hC3KEywZE/s1600/032.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" j8="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Pm5oAwtTeWE/TcTcIMAheoI/AAAAAAAAE2E/L7hC3KEywZE/s320/032.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NSDYbhy8Xc0/TcTcR1utAhI/AAAAAAAAE2I/8EwKCZ4meS8/s1600/035.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" j8="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NSDYbhy8Xc0/TcTcR1utAhI/AAAAAAAAE2I/8EwKCZ4meS8/s320/035.JPG" width="240" /></a></div>&nbsp;these are just a few of the lovlies that&nbsp;are going to be added to our etsy shop..<br /><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Y8w9GXrHKq0/TcTcYXPQHAI/AAAAAAAAE2M/PtLsQPbuhEk/s1600/061.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" j8="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Y8w9GXrHKq0/TcTcYXPQHAI/AAAAAAAAE2M/PtLsQPbuhEk/s320/061.JPG" width="320" /></a></div>&nbsp;purple.....i have decided i HATE to photograph purple.&nbsp; shot after shot after shot and this bracelet looked 15 different shades of blue.&nbsp; while sitting at the kitchen table looking into the plastic bag that holds and protects these bracelets, being silly i thought....i just bet if i take a picture right now it will show the true color of this bracelet....and guess what.&nbsp; it did.&nbsp; the magic of a plastic ziplock bag i guess.&nbsp; sheesh.&nbsp; <br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8LPc30ePv_Y/TcTcaIJmLkI/AAAAAAAAE2Q/0SD8P1U_hNM/s1600/059a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="243" j8="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8LPc30ePv_Y/TcTcaIJmLkI/AAAAAAAAE2Q/0SD8P1U_hNM/s320/059a.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br />oh-so-silly &nbsp;mikey mike....he loves to lay on his back.&nbsp; thankfully this time i just happened to have the camera at hand.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3JbEDpEA6k8/TcTdLCQx5SI/AAAAAAAAE2w/IRTwsKRTj-0/s1600/060a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" j8="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3JbEDpEA6k8/TcTdLCQx5SI/AAAAAAAAE2w/IRTwsKRTj-0/s320/060a.jpg" width="171" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-regVLZ_Da5E/TcTcmsqUXWI/AAAAAAAAE2Y/6uWw0pME0ic/s1600/069a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="226" j8="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-regVLZ_Da5E/TcTcmsqUXWI/AAAAAAAAE2Y/6uWw0pME0ic/s320/069a.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sUwTc8Sdlsc/TcTcpOej0EI/AAAAAAAAE2c/FJGsZNgH-j4/s1600/069b.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="226" j8="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sUwTc8Sdlsc/TcTcpOej0EI/AAAAAAAAE2c/FJGsZNgH-j4/s320/069b.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-n6nHuSfHeZw/TcTcxay_6QI/AAAAAAAAE2g/tzLaQOw8Tjo/s1600/069c.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="226" j8="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-n6nHuSfHeZw/TcTcxay_6QI/AAAAAAAAE2g/tzLaQOw8Tjo/s320/069c.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br />no matter what crayon you color him with he is so squishy and cute.&nbsp; earlier in the afternoon mike brought his stick in the house....all 3 feet of it.&nbsp; we have a pile of sticks waiting for the weather to stay dry long enough so that we can have ourselves a bit of a bonfire one cool evening and mike slowly but surely is stealing the sticks one at a time.&nbsp;&nbsp; <br /><br />the pile is growing smaller, and we are going to have to set out to re-gather the sticks from all over the yard.....at least the ones he has not eaten.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LPpqWuYmyF8/TcTc0gdyg-I/AAAAAAAAE2k/bgUYsdyAA2M/s1600/062.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" j8="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LPpqWuYmyF8/TcTc0gdyg-I/AAAAAAAAE2k/bgUYsdyAA2M/s320/062.JPG" width="240" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div>how do you know when a boy has become a&nbsp; man....not by the hair on his chinny chin chin....but&nbsp; <br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IexKt7WCuh8/TcTc6eto2XI/AAAAAAAAE2o/uuI9m_3rNWA/s1600/063.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" j8="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IexKt7WCuh8/TcTc6eto2XI/AAAAAAAAE2o/uuI9m_3rNWA/s320/063.JPG" width="320" /></a></div>&nbsp;when he falls asleep with one of these in his hand.&nbsp;&nbsp; after a hard day at school and a few hours of playing ball with his buddies my baby is &nbsp;just plain wore out.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ckcN1KDnzYU/TcTc9h_DvrI/AAAAAAAAE2s/l2Ldr2JUP60/s1600/066.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" j8="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ckcN1KDnzYU/TcTc9h_DvrI/AAAAAAAAE2s/l2Ldr2JUP60/s320/066.JPG" width="320" /></a></div>i got this in the mail today.......see the second line.....assists SENIORS!&nbsp; ha....i just turned 46.&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; silly people..... someone needs to let them know i am going to stay 26ish and live forever.&nbsp; <br /><br /><br />&nbsp;off to get my beauty rest....nighty night.&nbsp; <br /><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3WblpDvi9HI/TcTjE4_lrYI/AAAAAAAAE20/rrFMV1-mPZ8/s1600/039+%25282%2529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" j8="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3WblpDvi9HI/TcTjE4_lrYI/AAAAAAAAE20/rrFMV1-mPZ8/s320/039+%25282%2529.JPG" width="320" /></a></div>Nest Feathers and Twinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18179102786567303141noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11062603.post-18159625209596134692011-05-06T00:02:00.001-05:002011-05-06T00:04:18.976-05:00she sprayed and swayed as the puppies played<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9sLwlV6fD5o/TcN0qJAURDI/AAAAAAAAE1U/_ZtPoj5sAMo/s1600/002a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="181" j8="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9sLwlV6fD5o/TcN0qJAURDI/AAAAAAAAE1U/_ZtPoj5sAMo/s320/002a.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-U4rpAJaVk7U/TcN0t7xQTAI/AAAAAAAAE1Y/VZc27I70vm8/s1600/003.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" j8="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-U4rpAJaVk7U/TcN0t7xQTAI/AAAAAAAAE1Y/VZc27I70vm8/s320/003.JPG" width="240" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">with patina complete these lockets are sprayed with a coat of clear, soon to be assembled with bits of this and that to be worn as an adornment and offered up on our etsy shop...</div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SrSuD-x-Mgg/TcN0x8MaDhI/AAAAAAAAE1c/Y8_QNQBdFJo/s1600/004.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" j8="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SrSuD-x-Mgg/TcN0x8MaDhI/AAAAAAAAE1c/Y8_QNQBdFJo/s320/004.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0funTZcpY50/TcN01HGmnvI/AAAAAAAAE1g/Gvv2S-4KBo0/s1600/006.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" j8="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0funTZcpY50/TcN01HGmnvI/AAAAAAAAE1g/Gvv2S-4KBo0/s320/006.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FlpycVP8N4U/TcN0304X9eI/AAAAAAAAE1k/xqCXzCm0YiQ/s1600/008a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" j8="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FlpycVP8N4U/TcN0304X9eI/AAAAAAAAE1k/xqCXzCm0YiQ/s320/008a.jpg" width="259" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oC9CbsrsqRY/TcN08uspCfI/AAAAAAAAE1o/M1IU8JabaTM/s1600/010.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" j8="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oC9CbsrsqRY/TcN08uspCfI/AAAAAAAAE1o/M1IU8JabaTM/s320/010.JPG" width="240" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">these things with wings to be added to pieces of art, here and there are also given a coat in clear to preserve the patina.</div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CVDLyBj_1-c/TcN0-y-kCEI/AAAAAAAAE1s/4eDvBiciapQ/s1600/011a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" j8="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CVDLyBj_1-c/TcN0-y-kCEI/AAAAAAAAE1s/4eDvBiciapQ/s320/011a.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><br />after 3 years of service my old round the house shoes were retired and replaced with these.<br /><br />&nbsp; this girl never gave much thought to choosing new shoes.&nbsp; the old ones had hard soles, and the new ones have smooshy soles.<br /><br />&nbsp;if i was not balance challenged enough as it was, these new shoes felt like trying to walk in an inflatable fun house for the first couple of days.&nbsp; hoping i can keep them since they are oh-so-comfy to wear....just hoping they don't send me flying through the air.&nbsp; <br /><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8vKJA25KlBY/TcN1AUsRsiI/AAAAAAAAE1w/yTxLEjaljHo/s1600/012a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" j8="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8vKJA25KlBY/TcN1AUsRsiI/AAAAAAAAE1w/yTxLEjaljHo/s320/012a.jpg" width="228" /></a></div>mike trying to talk mia into playing with him....you can almost hear him say....play with me please, please, please.....<br /><br /><br />since outdoors it was gray the photos i had hoped to take today were put on hold....hoping the sun will shine just perfect tomorrow.&nbsp; <br /><br />nighty night....sleep tight....<br /><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uk0CP4OjN_M/TcOA4t9d5PI/AAAAAAAAE10/M2KuAiqPHU4/s1600/003+%25286%2529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" j8="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uk0CP4OjN_M/TcOA4t9d5PI/AAAAAAAAE10/M2KuAiqPHU4/s320/003+%25286%2529.JPG" width="320" /></a></div>Nest Feathers and Twinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18179102786567303141noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11062603.post-75577658074438667102011-05-04T23:25:00.000-05:002011-05-04T23:25:15.530-05:00under cloudbound bridges so brightly colored by roy g biv, the sun shines down on the upturned faces of such sweetly scented blooms, frolicking puppies and an arty girl as she plays with her newest of jewels and then captures them still for all to see<div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yJPA5CFE2GQ/TcImiwuKDtI/AAAAAAAAE1Q/3Enn1fSmJjs/s1600/005.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" j8="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yJPA5CFE2GQ/TcImiwuKDtI/AAAAAAAAE1Q/3Enn1fSmJjs/s320/005.JPG" width="320" /></a></div>Nest Feathers and Twinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18179102786567303141noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11062603.post-24789883610026099422011-04-27T04:31:00.002-05:002011-04-27T04:37:18.053-05:00thunder stormy days blew the snow away while in her chamber she adorns her crown with the gifts of many queens from near and far and just days before she adds yet another candles glow to her birthday cake you know the youngest prince dons new teeth bright and shiny after a lost battle between his dual wheeled steed and a road of concretethe last time i posted was just a few days i think after max's birthday.&nbsp; <br /><br />since then the days have passed with good intentions of posting our latest adventures.<br /><br />so i set out this evening searching through hoards of uploaded photos bound and determined that before i close my eyes and head for the land of dreams there would be a post here.&nbsp; the horrid heartburn from 6 pieces of bacon i ate at dinner will be keeping me up all night anyway.....you gotta love what happens to your body as you age.&nbsp; <br /><br />this past winter was miserable for many of us, and i really really dislike winter....so it was torture.&nbsp; after that first big snow i am done and bring on the spring.&nbsp; <br /><br />every time we looked out the window there was snow, and finally a break came and the robins returned <br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ConH8RzWupY/TbfEFGP-nDI/AAAAAAAAEvg/pzxMBBIfGOI/s1600/008.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" i8="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ConH8RzWupY/TbfEFGP-nDI/AAAAAAAAEvg/pzxMBBIfGOI/s320/008.JPG" width="240" /></a></div>the song birds began singing and serenading the sun's arrival each morning, blooms began peeking from the branches of our many flowering trees.&nbsp; oh-so-glorious spring is back...it is really here and old man winter has moved on......or has it?<br /><br />march 25th....<br /><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kZuil9jj7NM/TbfFFOA3gRI/AAAAAAAAEvk/YWFggpYHbrE/s1600/004.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" i8="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kZuil9jj7NM/TbfFFOA3gRI/AAAAAAAAEvk/YWFggpYHbrE/s320/004.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div>into the light of day on march 26th.... <br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6XkTMwvjGrY/TbfFbwbZa1I/AAAAAAAAEvo/U0QraDwpeFo/s1600/001.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" i8="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6XkTMwvjGrY/TbfFbwbZa1I/AAAAAAAAEvo/U0QraDwpeFo/s320/001.JPG" width="240" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Qev62w0-xMI/TbfFgWHeJqI/AAAAAAAAEvs/IG_KDbgLrnI/s1600/002.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" i8="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Qev62w0-xMI/TbfFgWHeJqI/AAAAAAAAEvs/IG_KDbgLrnI/s320/002.JPG" width="240" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mxwYWeOBP5k/TbfFlB4KFcI/AAAAAAAAEvw/4SqUnoIRkKY/s1600/004.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" i8="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mxwYWeOBP5k/TbfFlB4KFcI/AAAAAAAAEvw/4SqUnoIRkKY/s320/004.JPG" width="240" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KFXnLSfNTxQ/TbfFnPDUR_I/AAAAAAAAEv0/Vzp_JRY2EOQ/s1600/006.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" i8="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KFXnLSfNTxQ/TbfFnPDUR_I/AAAAAAAAEv0/Vzp_JRY2EOQ/s320/006.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vjvxt-UrjNY/TbfFqtWRreI/AAAAAAAAEv4/sNRzwYmy6GY/s1600/007.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" i8="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vjvxt-UrjNY/TbfFqtWRreI/AAAAAAAAEv4/sNRzwYmy6GY/s320/007.JPG" width="240" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4KFpVGs_RVM/TbfFs3NmQdI/AAAAAAAAEv8/BqpV0X2SFO4/s1600/008.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" i8="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4KFpVGs_RVM/TbfFs3NmQdI/AAAAAAAAEv8/BqpV0X2SFO4/s320/008.JPG" width="320" /></a></div>the blooms and blossoms, and even the birds are covered in snow, and with no birds singing and serenading the sun to rise the day again feels cold and bitter just like winter....only for a spring time miracle to occur&nbsp; a few hours later<br /><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XBGLiN4uYv8/TbfGb6OSEqI/AAAAAAAAEwA/iQJPH0MRwa8/s1600/001.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" i8="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XBGLiN4uYv8/TbfGb6OSEqI/AAAAAAAAEwA/iQJPH0MRwa8/s320/001.JPG" width="240" /></a></div>the birds began to sing of spring and the sun found its way and poof like magic as quickly as it came it left...and never to be seen again, at least for this season.<br /><br />i live for spring, i wait impatiently throughout all of winter just to smell the blooms of some of my favorite flowering trees and to hear the birds singing and the crickets chirping and the frogs calling out with songs of love to find a mate.&nbsp; finally.&nbsp; finally it is coming.&nbsp; <br /><br />my dear sweet hubby knowing i had not liked being teased much by mother nature, and having quite the day filled with the spins and wobbles from vertigo surprised me with some of these, until our own bushes could bloom with an endless summer supply<br /><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZcRL0VM5KTI/TbfHtCQKB7I/AAAAAAAAEwE/25lcBepHobY/s1600/001.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" i8="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZcRL0VM5KTI/TbfHtCQKB7I/AAAAAAAAEwE/25lcBepHobY/s320/001.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br />the aroma from these beauties filled my kitchen for days upon days, and i breathed in their perfume every time i walked by because one should alway stop and smell the roses they say.&nbsp; <br /><br />for the first time in years i joined a swap,<a href="http://adorningcrowns.blogspot.com/"> the adorning crowns swap.&nbsp; </a><br /><br />My original idea involved just the most perfect of perfectly shaped wee bottles to be wrapped in vintage quilt in corset style. The wee bottle was to hold just an oh-so-tiny bit of water and a dainty flower.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br />A very specific message to be sent as to the reason behind a vase on a crown....a message I will reveal on my blog in the future with a crown bearing this particular adornment. <br /><br /><br /><br />The world apparently suddenly ran out of these bottles and all sources to obtain them. So, after weeks of searching the land over I decided to go with plan B.....<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HJzWUTpHF-s/TbfJDm8h_lI/AAAAAAAAEwI/dYfp7ggX_hE/s1600/001.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" i8="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HJzWUTpHF-s/TbfJDm8h_lI/AAAAAAAAEwI/dYfp7ggX_hE/s320/001.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-n5gLfTFG0hM/TbfJHhloE3I/AAAAAAAAEwM/lnUGS2BcDrU/s1600/003.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" i8="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-n5gLfTFG0hM/TbfJHhloE3I/AAAAAAAAEwM/lnUGS2BcDrU/s320/003.JPG" width="240" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-r4KglZRWKBg/TbfJOPMd5MI/AAAAAAAAEwQ/1w2KQ1IVVBU/s1600/004.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" i8="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-r4KglZRWKBg/TbfJOPMd5MI/AAAAAAAAEwQ/1w2KQ1IVVBU/s320/004.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /><br /><br /><br />To celebrate that we are all unique, and that being unique makes us beautiful, each in our own special way.<br /><br /><br />i have received some adornments, and still waiting for others to arrive from the other artists in the swap, and once i have received them all i will design a befitting crown around the pieces.<br /><br />during this time the first of these sprung up in our backyard<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jiYpPFSfeSo/TbfJ3ekgj-I/AAAAAAAAEwU/5aNSrtfedS8/s1600/009.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" i8="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jiYpPFSfeSo/TbfJ3ekgj-I/AAAAAAAAEwU/5aNSrtfedS8/s320/009.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br />bestowed on me by my daughter, who know how much i delight in these frilly balls of yellow.&nbsp; who dares call them a weed.&nbsp; in the days to come our backyard became oh-so-dotted in these flowers.&nbsp; <br /><br />to this day they still make up the most delightful bouquets in mini bottles now used as vases here, there, and everywhere in our home.&nbsp; we let them stay even after the frilly yellow petals have wilted and we wait for the wings of the seeds to grow and then we&nbsp;blow them away and watch them float until we can see them no more.<br /><br /><br />I caught my youngest, max, sitting out with the furry members of our family.&nbsp; this seems to be the only way to get a photo of him at this stage of life.&nbsp; most photos as of late are his hand blocking the camera's lens or the backside of him all in a blur as he runs the opposite way.&nbsp; <br /><br />this picture tells a story of just what a gentle giant this baby of mine has become.&nbsp; ahhh, but he did receive a heaping helping of the goof-ball gene from me, and his daddy's need to go, go, go......<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BZ4z1pqA3CY/TbfMmwwwsZI/AAAAAAAAEwY/as33hF7USl0/s1600/003.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" i8="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BZ4z1pqA3CY/TbfMmwwwsZI/AAAAAAAAEwY/as33hF7USl0/s320/003.JPG" width="240" /></a></div><br />normally his hair is full of curls, almost as many as he had as a baby.&nbsp;&nbsp; mollie sits next to him, moan-uh on his lap, mia closest to him and mike...the little trouble maker.<br /><br />we have come to adore mike.&nbsp; he is so very smart.&nbsp; as much as we love the chihuahuas, we have found they are short-bus material&nbsp; (i can say that because most of this family is as well)&nbsp; <br /><br />mike has learned very quickly if he wants a bite, or a treat, he must mind his manners and sit pretty.....<br /><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zu8bVcMU1pw/TbfNj_YXnyI/AAAAAAAAEwg/tBLAgbki5IA/s1600/088.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" i8="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zu8bVcMU1pw/TbfNj_YXnyI/AAAAAAAAEwg/tBLAgbki5IA/s320/088.JPG" width="240" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">here mike does just what he knows he must to get a bit of cheese from steph.&nbsp; his arms up in anticipation of her dropping the morsel toward his mouth.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">when he is just flat out begging, his wee wittle arms are down at his sides and his eye become the most puppy doggiest of puppy dog eyes you have ever seen.&nbsp; </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">this guy here in the tree made noise almost for 3 days straight.&nbsp; max scouted his location and snapped a photo of him.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">after several days of drilling on various surrounding trees he has flewn the coop and we have not heard him since.&nbsp; </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-73nh9giXvxo/TbfMoFpIh2I/AAAAAAAAEwc/XxmveFLeSdI/s1600/004.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" i8="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-73nh9giXvxo/TbfMoFpIh2I/AAAAAAAAEwc/XxmveFLeSdI/s320/004.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /><br />on the 13th of this month max spent a couple of hours with a buddy jumping bikes off a ramp, and on his way home....just like his first major bike accident,&nbsp; he had a major crash.&nbsp; it was horrifying to see him as he walked in the door.&nbsp; unable to close his mouth, thankfully after several hours of waiting in a way overcrowded e.r. we found that his jaw was not broken.&nbsp; his lips covered in toothdust from several shattered teeth.&nbsp; confused, bleeding, and in pain.&nbsp; <br /><br />2 days in a dentist chair.&nbsp; lots of pain shots.&nbsp; a root canal.&nbsp; bonded teeth.&nbsp; a temporary crown, the permanent to be installed here in a couple of weeks.&nbsp;&nbsp; <br /><br />teeth give this arty girl the major heebies, so no before photos taken, except for this one mid-procedure by max using his ipod.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7QCAe7WL_Eo/TbfP-YH2bXI/AAAAAAAAEwk/zlVaEd91EKA/s1600/207561_197604146945366_100000873471041_467472_5345362_s.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" i8="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7QCAe7WL_Eo/TbfP-YH2bXI/AAAAAAAAEwk/zlVaEd91EKA/s1600/207561_197604146945366_100000873471041_467472_5345362_s.jpg" /></a></div><br />that is the drill inside max's tooth during the root canal.&nbsp; with fingers crossed we are hoping the temporary crown stays put for now until his forever and ever one arrives from the maker of such toothy things.&nbsp; <br /><br /><br /><br />during all of this time i expressed some emotional frustration to a friends or so on fb about my vertigo and before i knew it a wonderful friend hooked me up with an arty girl just like me and we have since become friends, and at times the shoulder to lean on during some rough times.&nbsp; we both have nearly the identical symptoms and spinnies.<br /><br />&nbsp; this new found friend gave me the courage to once again seek medical help.&nbsp; <br /><br />and that i did.<br /><br />&nbsp;i found a wonderful professor and doc with washington university med center.&nbsp; tests were ordered.<br /><br />&nbsp;on the 12th i went for an mri of the brain.&nbsp; i did not get an mri of the brain.&nbsp; <br /><br />once caged up and slid into the tube&nbsp;of places beyond anything one would refer to as hell, i waved that i needed out.... and now.&nbsp; <br /><br />the 15th i was suppose to go to the center for dizziness and balance testing for tests, otherwise known as sadistic torture, but that day was max's second day in the dentist chair, and there was no way to be in 2 places at once.<br /><br />so, once i adjust my big girl panties i need to see about rescheduling the mri, in the most totally sedated of ways, and i need to reschedule my dizzy tests.&nbsp;&nbsp; thankfully i won't need to study for them.&nbsp; ok that last sentence seemed funnier in my head.<br /><br />on the 22nd of this month i was given a gift.&nbsp; i got to add another candle to the cake.....<br /><br />i got to turn 46.<br /><br /><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Eg-9Cl7BgtE/TbfVNQ0ff3I/AAAAAAAAEwo/NDOlY__S0Fk/s1600/003.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" i8="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Eg-9Cl7BgtE/TbfVNQ0ff3I/AAAAAAAAEwo/NDOlY__S0Fk/s320/003.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br />46 is no where near as horrid as what i had imagined it would be when i was 16, 26, or 36.&nbsp; <br /><br />i am becoming stronger, and braver.&nbsp; i am growing and learning.&nbsp;&nbsp; i am forgiving.&nbsp;&nbsp; i am loved.&nbsp;&nbsp; <br /><br />i have a cabinet filled with many lotions and potions made to zap that zit and keep my crow toe from becoming a full on crows foot.&nbsp; <br /><br />my peri-menopausal enhanced pms makes me a bit crazy at times....but i am managing with minimal casualties at the hands of my crazies.&nbsp; <br /><br />i am cold....then hot....an typical night seems to go a lot like this.....<br /><br />lay in bed not able to to fall asleep....and lay in bed...and lay in bed<br /><br />just as i am dozing i start to feel like i am getting warm<br /><br />open the window<br /><br />doze<br /><br />get up turn on the fan to setting 1 as i feel i am getting warmer<br /><br />doze<br /><br />wake up feeling like i am on fire turn the fan to setting 3...which could blow the green off the grass mind you....<br /><br />grab the mini fan from the bathroom and set it on the bedside table <br /><br />doze<br /><br />wake up feeling much better but unable to blink because the fans have dried out my eyeballs<br />and unable to swallow because my tongue and throat have become more parched the driest of all deserts.&nbsp; <br /><br />go get a drink of water and splash some on face..<br /><br />crawl back in bed, realize i meant to turn the fan back down to 1<br /><br />get back up turn the fan down to 1<br /><br />crawl back in bed put blanket on, leaving the feet sticking out so i can breathe...don't ask why i can't even figure that one out myself<br /><br />doze<br /><br />wake up shivering, turn the fan off , shut the window<br /><br />crawl back in bed, cover feet even though i may suffocate and shiver<br /><br />doze<br /><br />wake up to blaring alarm and wake boys and hubby up<br /><br />weeble back to bed and fall asleep only to be awaken a few times to give the secret&nbsp;location of the days needed items.&nbsp; <br /><br /><br />i love being 46 so far.&nbsp; seems to be going alot like 45 just as i assumed it would.&nbsp; <br /><br />thank goodness we are no longer handed the standard uniform that our grandmothers were at this age..... the nearly nasty see through oh-so-worn&nbsp;house dress with the used hanky to shove up a sleeve and the standard grand-motherly hair do.&nbsp; orthopedic shoes and white socks.&nbsp; <br /><br />i refuse to grow old or act my age.&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; if only i had the perfectly perky boobs i had as a teenager...kinda miss those.&nbsp; <br /><br /><br />on a serious note, we had some of the most awful storms come through our area.&nbsp;&nbsp; i have seen the devastation on t.v. caused by a tornado, but i never realized how much you don't feel it until you see it close up and in person.&nbsp;&nbsp; my heart, thoughts and prayers go to those whose lives were literally turned upside down&nbsp; and scattered by what they have called the 'good friday storms' in the news.&nbsp; <br /><br />my hubby worked overtime on the day after and told me he wanted to take us by to really see the damage.&nbsp; he drove on the highway that was still covered in debris.&nbsp; you really just can not comprehend the enormity no matter how large of a t.v. you have.&nbsp; <br /><br />i do though love to watch the weather change, most of the time,&nbsp; and the endless array of patterns and designs and shapes of the clouds fascinate me.<br /><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qjnfLWJYcJc/TbfdKXEKLfI/AAAAAAAAEws/O_k7tvdwXZM/s1600/002.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" i8="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qjnfLWJYcJc/TbfdKXEKLfI/AAAAAAAAEws/O_k7tvdwXZM/s320/002.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QQGdzPqLEqQ/TbfdOisTR6I/AAAAAAAAEww/WoHNkhr1Pg8/s1600/004.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" i8="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QQGdzPqLEqQ/TbfdOisTR6I/AAAAAAAAEww/WoHNkhr1Pg8/s320/004.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HJFkOmjQkAM/TbfdTWEv8AI/AAAAAAAAEw0/3bAHpKBA4jY/s1600/007.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" i8="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HJFkOmjQkAM/TbfdTWEv8AI/AAAAAAAAEw0/3bAHpKBA4jY/s320/007.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZJytpNqLbks/TbfdUyjVAOI/AAAAAAAAEw4/wemQOcgMsTM/s1600/009.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" i8="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZJytpNqLbks/TbfdUyjVAOI/AAAAAAAAEw4/wemQOcgMsTM/s320/009.JPG" width="320" /></a></div>&nbsp;the first official rainbow of the season, barely there....<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JHzwXF28OQc/TbfdWyZWJLI/AAAAAAAAEw8/Y6l5GdTf9Js/s1600/010.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" i8="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JHzwXF28OQc/TbfdWyZWJLI/AAAAAAAAEw8/Y6l5GdTf9Js/s320/010.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZrfDx2n7utI/TbfdZ748G5I/AAAAAAAAExA/mOPzB0qPA1g/s1600/011.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" i8="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZrfDx2n7utI/TbfdZ748G5I/AAAAAAAAExA/mOPzB0qPA1g/s320/011.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-y88Lmn7wL2U/TbfddZyMjmI/AAAAAAAAExE/eZsA5pdWgdk/s1600/015.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" i8="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-y88Lmn7wL2U/TbfddZyMjmI/AAAAAAAAExE/eZsA5pdWgdk/s320/015.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OdAMqVMw-gc/Tbfdf90QAPI/AAAAAAAAExI/zXWAIwvBYAw/s1600/017.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" i8="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OdAMqVMw-gc/Tbfdf90QAPI/AAAAAAAAExI/zXWAIwvBYAw/s320/017.JPG" width="320" /></a></div>&nbsp;the clouds almost look like mighty beasts engaging in battle....<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TaKrt6loCn8/TbfdmSTZIzI/AAAAAAAAExM/SS0RIZuVnbU/s1600/022.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" i8="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TaKrt6loCn8/TbfdmSTZIzI/AAAAAAAAExM/SS0RIZuVnbU/s320/022.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YJPVSssV27I/TbfdqhEdo9I/AAAAAAAAExQ/1lY2uXVMikI/s1600/024.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" i8="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YJPVSssV27I/TbfdqhEdo9I/AAAAAAAAExQ/1lY2uXVMikI/s320/024.JPG" width="320" /></a></div>&nbsp;the cloud looked just like a heart, by the time i was able to grab my camera, not so much.....<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IZCCa99pxEY/TbfdvJGYwGI/AAAAAAAAExU/0cROGaZbqfg/s1600/032.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" i8="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IZCCa99pxEY/TbfdvJGYwGI/AAAAAAAAExU/0cROGaZbqfg/s320/032.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-k51WSpo_wYU/Tbfd1BjaxaI/AAAAAAAAExY/swq3LOqia-M/s1600/033.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" i8="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-k51WSpo_wYU/Tbfd1BjaxaI/AAAAAAAAExY/swq3LOqia-M/s320/033.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3v-7zEn_N-M/Tbfd3Y3GRBI/AAAAAAAAExc/CnmAc2P5Z6A/s1600/037.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" i8="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3v-7zEn_N-M/Tbfd3Y3GRBI/AAAAAAAAExc/CnmAc2P5Z6A/s320/037.JPG" width="320" /></a></div>&nbsp;that kind of browny yellowy color in the 3 pictured above was not the sun, many of us in our area noticed the very scary strange color to the sky and we never heard what caused this.&nbsp; i am use to the green sky seen when there seems to be a threat of a tornado....but never in all my years have i seen anything like this.&nbsp; <br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BlOdFxls8N4/Tbfd6EfBVeI/AAAAAAAAExg/1MUGvVQfZZc/s1600/082.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" i8="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BlOdFxls8N4/Tbfd6EfBVeI/AAAAAAAAExg/1MUGvVQfZZc/s320/082.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br />and now with this set of storms passed the sky blushes with&nbsp; the most wonderful shade of pink....as if embarrassed it caused such a ruckus with its noisy outburst.&nbsp; <br /><br />oops... i almost forgot a peek at some of what i have been doing in the studio when not working on the yard<br /><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RE2fRs5WALk/TbffghyY8JI/AAAAAAAAExk/HYJtFYjrp3c/s1600/005.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" i8="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RE2fRs5WALk/TbffghyY8JI/AAAAAAAAExk/HYJtFYjrp3c/s320/005.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SIFaaMwh1o0/TbffjswITPI/AAAAAAAAExo/gKhfmx5GLzc/s1600/083.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" i8="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SIFaaMwh1o0/TbffjswITPI/AAAAAAAAExo/gKhfmx5GLzc/s320/083.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Pn6addLotCc/TbffmvbaNyI/AAAAAAAAExs/O80_RoiXUDw/s1600/085.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" i8="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Pn6addLotCc/TbffmvbaNyI/AAAAAAAAExs/O80_RoiXUDw/s320/085.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oW53J8rARTg/TbffqYvw3_I/AAAAAAAAExw/B85JTvYiIg0/s1600/086.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" i8="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oW53J8rARTg/TbffqYvw3_I/AAAAAAAAExw/B85JTvYiIg0/s320/086.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-X7Gq6yYUZ2M/TbfftbS1vqI/AAAAAAAAEx0/qajKwenkdlQ/s1600/087.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" i8="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-X7Gq6yYUZ2M/TbfftbS1vqI/AAAAAAAAEx0/qajKwenkdlQ/s320/087.JPG" width="320" /></a></div>&nbsp;wooden bangles covered in one tie dyed length of fabric that is fashioned into a fabric rose.&nbsp; had to keep a couple for me...these will be properly photographed and offered up for sale on our etsy shop.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jJbOFkgRY4k/TbffwvTxMxI/AAAAAAAAEx4/xtFHqXjbb_Y/s1600/090.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" i8="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jJbOFkgRY4k/TbffwvTxMxI/AAAAAAAAEx4/xtFHqXjbb_Y/s320/090.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XTZfOkTVcNM/Tbff6EE77_I/AAAAAAAAEx8/mnV0oiHhCo8/s1600/091.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" i8="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XTZfOkTVcNM/Tbff6EE77_I/AAAAAAAAEx8/mnV0oiHhCo8/s320/091.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">wooden birdies stripped of their wings and painted in ombre fashion.&nbsp; i am thinking of painting human like eyes and adding a few feathers to their heads....still thinking</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0S8QBvljELI/TbfgKCiBrGI/AAAAAAAAEyA/Wi9Rwr9SWPA/s1600/093.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" i8="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0S8QBvljELI/TbfgKCiBrGI/AAAAAAAAEyA/Wi9Rwr9SWPA/s320/093.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XNdIXjzMJgw/TbfgPemHwCI/AAAAAAAAEyE/rlzH1bT3iQ8/s1600/095.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" i8="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XNdIXjzMJgw/TbfgPemHwCI/AAAAAAAAEyE/rlzH1bT3iQ8/s320/095.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-t8TqJ74NSVE/TbfgWjKl2GI/AAAAAAAAEyI/Numsdk0vIkI/s1600/096.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" i8="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-t8TqJ74NSVE/TbfgWjKl2GI/AAAAAAAAEyI/Numsdk0vIkI/s320/096.JPG" width="240" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Bpm5umGtkCc/TbfgdfoQJrI/AAAAAAAAEyM/wcJ35wMyfZY/s1600/098.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" i8="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Bpm5umGtkCc/TbfgdfoQJrI/AAAAAAAAEyM/wcJ35wMyfZY/s320/098.JPG" width="240" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5NDTFTygbSU/TbfglhbTsNI/AAAAAAAAEyQ/3sbnQEPbNS8/s1600/099.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" i8="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5NDTFTygbSU/TbfglhbTsNI/AAAAAAAAEyQ/3sbnQEPbNS8/s320/099.JPG" width="240" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QhK-VUm3q5Y/TbfgoxyAaWI/AAAAAAAAEyU/FxkkEviUyPE/s1600/101.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" i8="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QhK-VUm3q5Y/TbfgoxyAaWI/AAAAAAAAEyU/FxkkEviUyPE/s320/101.JPG" width="240" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-E9PDFr3Yf0s/Tbfgs7UYvZI/AAAAAAAAEyY/t1Yp4KI__8k/s1600/103.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" i8="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-E9PDFr3Yf0s/Tbfgs7UYvZI/AAAAAAAAEyY/t1Yp4KI__8k/s320/103.JPG" width="240" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qVhaLNThiFA/TbfgxJZ_hrI/AAAAAAAAEyc/0Xqceg6VuUo/s1600/103.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" i8="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qVhaLNThiFA/TbfgxJZ_hrI/AAAAAAAAEyc/0Xqceg6VuUo/s320/103.JPG" width="240" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6opXKqAHWLY/Tbfg1bNhDXI/AAAAAAAAEyg/xkTRLk8hfMI/s1600/105.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" i8="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6opXKqAHWLY/Tbfg1bNhDXI/AAAAAAAAEyg/xkTRLk8hfMI/s320/105.JPG" width="240" /></a></div>one for me, and one to sell.&nbsp; black and white with just a pop of color!&nbsp; once i have taken some etsy worthy photos one of these will be up for sale as well on our etsy shop.<br /><br />it is now nearing 4:30 and i have an hour before the troops must be informed it is time to get up and get going, so i will save the rest for another time, in the near future.&nbsp;&nbsp; <br /><br />much love to you all <br /><br />nighty nighty....<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-x7WoWDvKGtg/TbfibDHhHvI/AAAAAAAAEyk/UKSqNS1PiFM/s1600/007+%25285%2529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" i8="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-x7WoWDvKGtg/TbfibDHhHvI/AAAAAAAAEyk/UKSqNS1PiFM/s320/007+%25285%2529.JPG" width="320" /></a></div>Nest Feathers and Twinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18179102786567303141noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11062603.post-20784632210669018912011-03-17T13:54:00.000-05:002011-03-17T13:54:28.793-05:00i have not forgotten...there is a post coming...just gathering photos!Nest Feathers and Twinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18179102786567303141noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11062603.post-23287057395800844902011-02-18T17:27:00.000-06:002011-02-18T17:27:48.165-06:00on her journey of 2 miles she thinks of shakey birthday wishes, stopping to smell the roses of love and where to find 20 bottles for a great many queens crowns15 years ago on the 13th of this month my youngest was born.<br /><br />as with each of my kids, he has brought so much love and happiness.&nbsp; <br /><br />max is such a beautiful, kind, thoughful, loving goofball.&nbsp; <br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hlDJCp09Ses/TV7uGxVXDsI/AAAAAAAAEt4/c3gHjBFudDM/s1600/008.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" j6="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hlDJCp09Ses/TV7uGxVXDsI/AAAAAAAAEt4/c3gHjBFudDM/s320/008.JPG" width="240" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-n08cJtRk8ks/TV7uKJNlXBI/AAAAAAAAEt8/WWYLy4j3nxU/s1600/010.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" j6="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-n08cJtRk8ks/TV7uKJNlXBI/AAAAAAAAEt8/WWYLy4j3nxU/s320/010.JPG" width="240" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-U6vtsKCCPRk/TV7uMLj5YxI/AAAAAAAAEuA/T4APA7mntug/s1600/011.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" j6="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-U6vtsKCCPRk/TV7uMLj5YxI/AAAAAAAAEuA/T4APA7mntug/s320/011.JPG" width="240" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SP-VaO_7tu0/TV7uSVu5z3I/AAAAAAAAEuE/jrbmJik4Z1g/s1600/012.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" j6="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SP-VaO_7tu0/TV7uSVu5z3I/AAAAAAAAEuE/jrbmJik4Z1g/s320/012.JPG" width="240" /></a></div>&nbsp;snapping a photo of the oh-so-ever-elusive max is nearly impossible.&nbsp; <br /><br />i have lots of photos of his hand blocking my view through the camera lense, or blurry photos, &nbsp;so for now these will have to do.<br /><br />&nbsp;max is now over 6 feet tall...a smidge taller than his daddy.&nbsp; he has his grandpa's big ears that fit his large c.z. stud earring perfectly.<br /><br />&nbsp;blonde hair, blue eyed and freckle faced.&nbsp; <br /><br />he has my off the wall goofy sense of humor and his daddy's work ethic.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MtEd9xfqjfE/TV7uZ6g9H6I/AAAAAAAAEuI/mZhYBfsemIU/s1600/016.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" j6="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MtEd9xfqjfE/TV7uZ6g9H6I/AAAAAAAAEuI/mZhYBfsemIU/s320/016.JPG" width="240" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dBjKieea5eo/TV7ueQQU5nI/AAAAAAAAEuM/gzFTaUNo2oc/s1600/017.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" j6="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dBjKieea5eo/TV7ueQQU5nI/AAAAAAAAEuM/gzFTaUNo2oc/s320/017.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /><br />a layer cake that did not become a cake-tastrophie....mainly because we finally have a proper set of cake pans.&nbsp; <br /><br />i have discovered a new love....dark chocolate cake.&nbsp; i love anything dark chocolate and never knew a cake mix of this kind existed until the hubs brought it home from wal-mart.&nbsp; yellow use to be my favorite, but no more.&nbsp; <br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ifGgcwhM0pY/TV7ug-aiySI/AAAAAAAAEuQ/MGYNry_2fs0/s1600/024.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" j6="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ifGgcwhM0pY/TV7ug-aiySI/AAAAAAAAEuQ/MGYNry_2fs0/s320/024.JPG" width="320" /></a></div>one of the requests of the birthday boy was a shake weight.&nbsp; <br /><br />max wanted the manly version.<br /><br />we bought the girly version, and we are glad we did.&nbsp; <br /><br />everytime the commercial comes on we all become immature teenage boys and make goofey comments and giggle...but wow...this is really a workout.&nbsp; <br /><br />we all have been using &nbsp;this muscle inducing gadget and i love it.&nbsp; <br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size: x-large;">V</span><span style="font-size: small;">a</span><span style="font-size: large;">le</span><span style="font-size: small;">n</span><span style="font-size: x-large;">T</span><span style="font-size: small;">iN</span><span style="font-size: large;">e'</span><span style="font-size: x-large;">s</span><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rw10tyxh6yM/TV7yCwDkNBI/AAAAAAAAEuU/4QQjrZXaLIg/s1600/001+%25283%2529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" j6="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rw10tyxh6yM/TV7yCwDkNBI/AAAAAAAAEuU/4QQjrZXaLIg/s320/001+%25283%2529.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kCE6xnowxTg/TV7yFXqcVNI/AAAAAAAAEuY/Kzko62-xmFE/s1600/004+%25282%2529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" j6="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kCE6xnowxTg/TV7yFXqcVNI/AAAAAAAAEuY/Kzko62-xmFE/s320/004+%25282%2529.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-z-AivTzinJo/TV7yK7F5l5I/AAAAAAAAEuc/8TqKCmnAuy8/s1600/007.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" j6="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-z-AivTzinJo/TV7yK7F5l5I/AAAAAAAAEuc/8TqKCmnAuy8/s320/007.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Gy3hG-vbH-s/TV7yPUHojvI/AAAAAAAAEug/W1ZizUtxpnA/s1600/011+%25282%2529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" j6="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Gy3hG-vbH-s/TV7yPUHojvI/AAAAAAAAEug/W1ZizUtxpnA/s320/011+%25282%2529.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fZLat72iVhA/TV7yR3upzbI/AAAAAAAAEuk/DazlJ6WOpSI/s1600/012+%25282%2529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" j6="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fZLat72iVhA/TV7yR3upzbI/AAAAAAAAEuk/DazlJ6WOpSI/s320/012+%25282%2529.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SJufQ_aNp7E/TV7yV6_rUKI/AAAAAAAAEuo/VilK2UzykDM/s1600/012+%25283%2529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" j6="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SJufQ_aNp7E/TV7yV6_rUKI/AAAAAAAAEuo/VilK2UzykDM/s320/012+%25283%2529.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-H1zA0cpKnsw/TV7yYgi20_I/AAAAAAAAEus/6Tsu3kZSE8A/s1600/004.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" j6="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-H1zA0cpKnsw/TV7yYgi20_I/AAAAAAAAEus/6Tsu3kZSE8A/s320/004.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br />i just love <span style="font-size: x-large;">love</span><span style="font-size: small;">......love is a gift.&nbsp; and although diamonds, chocolates, and a huge expensive bouquet of beautiful flowers&nbsp;are wonderful.&nbsp; being loved and having someone to share my love with is wonderful too.</span><br /><br />i am so fortunate to have a&nbsp; man that loves me unconditionally.&nbsp; <br /><br />my honey surprised me with a heart shaped, strawberry topped cheesecake...my favorite, <span style="font-size: x-large;">huge</span><span style="font-size: small;"> chocolate covered strawberries...my other favorite, and a large bouquet of some very beautiful, but very sad looking red, yellow and white roses, and they were just perfect and beautiful.</span><br /><br />i shared bites of cheesecake and chocolate covered strawberries and then began dividing the roses into several bottles and jars to be scattered throughout the house so that everyone can&nbsp;admire their beauty.<br /><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DyDHdpsnU8I/TV71p7H0GAI/AAAAAAAAEuw/j5ltT_kbe6M/s1600/027.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" j6="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DyDHdpsnU8I/TV71p7H0GAI/AAAAAAAAEuw/j5ltT_kbe6M/s320/027.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PQBKJI_ih-0/TV71r8tuM5I/AAAAAAAAEu0/j0ho0TE0BiQ/s1600/028.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" j6="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PQBKJI_ih-0/TV71r8tuM5I/AAAAAAAAEu0/j0ho0TE0BiQ/s320/028.JPG" width="240" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iMUakgB-Nz0/TV71vQs2xyI/AAAAAAAAEu4/1MlVo4WS9pg/s1600/031.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" j6="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iMUakgB-Nz0/TV71vQs2xyI/AAAAAAAAEu4/1MlVo4WS9pg/s320/031.JPG" width="240" /></a></div><br />the time on the antique clock that no longer works is set to our wedding date.<br /><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tQLOaONWn-A/TV71zS6rgrI/AAAAAAAAEu8/6ZN7MMUbAtg/s1600/033.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" j6="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tQLOaONWn-A/TV71zS6rgrI/AAAAAAAAEu8/6ZN7MMUbAtg/s320/033.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0tbVAP6Y5_Q/TV713NYXIdI/AAAAAAAAEvA/ZU1zJx3VAQM/s1600/034.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" j6="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0tbVAP6Y5_Q/TV713NYXIdI/AAAAAAAAEvA/ZU1zJx3VAQM/s320/034.JPG" width="240" /></a></div><br /><br />over the last couple of days my idea for my piece and part of the adorning crowns swap has evolved.<br /><br />just one problem.&nbsp; i need 16 of these.....<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lBzfBg_DdZ4/TV75sTPHTmI/AAAAAAAAEvE/xH8ZgwaRk60/s1600/025.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" j6="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lBzfBg_DdZ4/TV75sTPHTmI/AAAAAAAAEvE/xH8ZgwaRk60/s320/025.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br />this is a watkins brand vanilla bottle.&nbsp; the recently switched over to plastic bottles.&nbsp; sigh.....<br /><br />this bottle is a wee one, one about 2 1/2 - 3 inches tall.&nbsp; <br /><br />with fingers crossed i am hoping that a local teacher and art supply recycling center called leftovers will have the quantity of these small bottles that i need to complete my artsy endeavor.<br /><br />a corsetted bottle.....<br /><br /><br /><br /><br />this week steph and i started taking walks again.&nbsp; it has been quite awhile since we walked.&nbsp; the past summer was hotter than hot and this winter has been quite a nasty one.<br /><br />she and i have taken advantage of the beautiful weather and started walking again.&nbsp; <br /><br />the first day...a&nbsp; mile and a half.<br /><br />from there on it has been 2 miles.<br /><br />i had quite the&nbsp;<span style="font-size: x-large;">ah-ha</span><span style="font-size: small;"> &nbsp;moment, as oprah would say last year when it came to walking after a trip to the mall one day.</span><br /><br />after spending a day at the mall i was pooped when we got home, but not dying of exhaustion.&nbsp; the next day steph and i went for a walk and i felt myself stiffen up making the walk more difficult and tiring.&nbsp; the walk of 3 miles seemed to take forever and was miserable.&nbsp; then it <span style="font-size: x-large;">hit me like a ton of bricks.....</span><span style="font-size: small;">we probably walked 3 miles easily at the mall the day before...what was the difference??????</span><br /><br />the difference was my <span style="font-size: x-large;">mind set, my beliefs.&nbsp; </span><br /><br />i view the mall as fun, exciting, pleasurable....i view my 3 mile walk as a workout, exercise, hard and miserable.....because that is what exercise is, right?<br /><br />i have since learned to change my focus to being more positive.&nbsp; it is not a workout.&nbsp; it is good health, fewer meds and dr. visits.&nbsp; (i often thought of these things when i was viewing my walks as execise and it did not help previously)<br /><br />&nbsp; i took this as time to spend talking with my walking partner and spending one on one time with them, be it my hubby or one or two, or all three of the kids.&nbsp; <br /><br />i began to view this time as one to breathe the fresh air, hear the birds singing, soak up some good ol' vitamin d...with sunscreen schmered skin that is....to feel the breeze, to wave hi to a neighbor, to get out of the house.&nbsp; <br /><br />it also helps to visualize a bit less lumps and bumps and more healthy curves, a smaller pants size, or just plain feeling like the sludge has been sweated out of my body.&nbsp; <br /><br />i feel healthier, lighter, prettier,&nbsp; more energetic.&nbsp; <br /><br />in a short time i will be addicted to the endorphins that are released when being active and i will be out there walking in the cold, the heat, the rain with no problem.&nbsp; this week has been a hard one though.&nbsp; <br /><br />i traded using my walking pole for one of my arm crutches and have become quite good at using it this past week.<br /><br />my vertigo is stirred up by the walking, but i have had a wonderful two weeks of being not quite vertigo free, but about as close as i have been in awhile.&nbsp; everytime this happens i hope that maybe, just maybe this time it will behave on a permanent basis.&nbsp; time will tell.&nbsp; <br /><br />loading and unloading the dishwasher put me in a spinning and balance challenged tizzy last night, the up and down movement mixed with the back and forth motion of putting clean items in their proper place just does this girl in.&nbsp; but i hope that maybe someday it will go for good....<br /><br />well, the hubs has just walked in the door so it is time to say bye for now.&nbsp; <br /><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-a01IweuqMxE/TV8ARX0dMnI/AAAAAAAAEvI/MTQSOB_h1cE/s1600/018.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" j6="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-a01IweuqMxE/TV8ARX0dMnI/AAAAAAAAEvI/MTQSOB_h1cE/s320/018.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2nvINHjgPhg/TV8ATAdLwmI/AAAAAAAAEvM/VdsPZGOJQLA/s1600/020.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" j6="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2nvINHjgPhg/TV8ATAdLwmI/AAAAAAAAEvM/VdsPZGOJQLA/s320/020.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /><br />nighty night.<br /><br />mwah!Nest Feathers and Twinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18179102786567303141noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11062603.post-12701172337117635042011-02-11T18:32:00.001-06:002011-02-12T02:56:48.331-06:00crown me the queen of spring as i pick the blackberry seeds from my teeth and mike the dog steals a snack from the cat boxshall i explain.....or does the title say it all?&nbsp; <br /><br /><br />after a bit of hesitation i decided to join in on a crown element swap.&nbsp; i have not swapped for awhile and this is something new.&nbsp; <br /><br />the minute i saw the announcement on facebook and followed the link to the blog <a href="http://adorningcrowns.blogspot.com/">Adorning Crowns</a>&nbsp;i knew i just hadda join in........but i didn't......and i went back to the blog....and left it again.<br /><br />i already had a few ideas clanking around in my head and even sketched them out <br /><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0wQGGIT4N5k/TVW-xt8845I/AAAAAAAAEso/jCGaP3iaxOM/s1600/022.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" h5="true" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0wQGGIT4N5k/TVW-xt8845I/AAAAAAAAEso/jCGaP3iaxOM/s320/022.JPG" width="320" /></a></div>&nbsp;the sketch above inspired by a previous venture involving pearls of the acrylic kind and &nbsp;antique quilt scraps<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_bNWFuDVVhE/TVW-3mGHnUI/AAAAAAAAEss/LNGSDTFlPDg/s1600/011.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" h5="true" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_bNWFuDVVhE/TVW-3mGHnUI/AAAAAAAAEss/LNGSDTFlPDg/s320/011.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SZ45DVc_kIM/TVW-7CVTufI/AAAAAAAAEsw/RoAynA9wn-k/s1600/012.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" h5="true" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SZ45DVc_kIM/TVW-7CVTufI/AAAAAAAAEsw/RoAynA9wn-k/s320/012.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GKxihty-jbY/TVW--S4M5nI/AAAAAAAAEs0/34p6Y2IsKTY/s1600/014.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" h5="true" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GKxihty-jbY/TVW--S4M5nI/AAAAAAAAEs0/34p6Y2IsKTY/s320/014.JPG" width="320" /></a></div>maybe a poofy word pillow?&nbsp; <br /><br />but my favorite idea.....the one fit for any queen of spring......<br /><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gMKCktWGwt0/TVXAIWoBG7I/AAAAAAAAEs8/sDczfNT2kh0/s1600/024.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" h5="true" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gMKCktWGwt0/TVXAIWoBG7I/AAAAAAAAEs8/sDczfNT2kh0/s320/024.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-c56TjxEfj3M/TVXAOR1Nv1I/AAAAAAAAEtA/arQLDoFIO8o/s1600/023.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" h5="true" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-c56TjxEfj3M/TVXAOR1Nv1I/AAAAAAAAEtA/arQLDoFIO8o/s320/023.JPG" width="240" /></a></div>a mini vase in which the queen of spring would display her heavenly scented pickings.&nbsp; <br /><br />the queen of spring thinketh she needeth a bit more time to decide.&nbsp; <br /><br /><br /><br />speaking of spring....i could just hug the weather guy.&nbsp; i seem to have the same feelings of love for him as i did the epidural dude back in the day!&nbsp;&nbsp; warmer weather is coming.&nbsp; spring really does exist.&nbsp; winter really will not last forever and a day!<br /><br />we should be seeing less and less of this stuff on the ground.....<br /><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-aHIc-Z9h2b0/TVXO59ugouI/AAAAAAAAEto/W6sG0Qgf3qs/s1600/008.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" h5="true" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-aHIc-Z9h2b0/TVXO59ugouI/AAAAAAAAEto/W6sG0Qgf3qs/s320/008.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br />and that makes me one happy girl!<br /><br />the ice we had here, there and everywhere made these almost impossible to use without skis<br /><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MxZ1jNA-3Dg/TVXPZedMZDI/AAAAAAAAEts/w2x0Wyl6NQU/s1600/061.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" h5="true" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MxZ1jNA-3Dg/TVXPZedMZDI/AAAAAAAAEts/w2x0Wyl6NQU/s320/061.JPG" width="240" /></a></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />this arty girl might be tired of the slush and ice and cold outdoors but.....<br /><br />smoothies....oh i so love these cups of fruity brain freeze inducing yummy-ness.&nbsp; <br /><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kcMPpV0K5Ws/TVXD9mpbTdI/AAAAAAAAEtE/mKPIK7WyGtg/s1600/012.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" h5="true" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kcMPpV0K5Ws/TVXD9mpbTdI/AAAAAAAAEtE/mKPIK7WyGtg/s320/012.JPG" width="240" /></a></div><br />so far my favorite...the banana split smoothie.&nbsp;&nbsp; banana, pineapple&nbsp;chunks with &nbsp;strawberry yogurt poured into a cup that has been swirled with a bit of chocolate syrup.&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; <br /><br />we all love the blackberry smoothies with one exception.&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; <span style="font-size: x-large;">those darn seeds!</span><span style="font-size: small;">&nbsp;&nbsp; they are awful.&nbsp; they get stuck in every nook and cranny of your mouth and they are hard as rocks.&nbsp; </span><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size: large;">mike....</span><span style="font-size: x-large;">mike mike</span><span style="font-size: small;"> mike</span><span style="font-size: xx-small;"> mike </span><span style="font-size: x-large;">mike </span><span style="font-size: small;">mike.......that dog.&nbsp; i have bragged on his intelligence.&nbsp;&nbsp; i knew i should have bit my tongue.&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; he is not a prodigy.&nbsp; he is just a dog.&nbsp; </span><br /><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MYMvpbs7s1w/TVXI_ZHZRwI/AAAAAAAAEtI/__5WAIuckMg/s1600/altered+mike.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" h5="true" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MYMvpbs7s1w/TVXI_ZHZRwI/AAAAAAAAEtI/__5WAIuckMg/s320/altered+mike.jpg" width="206" /></a></div><br />mike can sit on command, he uses the potty pad better than any other puppy i have known, but we can not seem to get mike to understand that <span style="font-size: large;">cat poo </span><span style="font-size: small;">is </span><span style="font-size: x-large;">not</span><span style="font-size: small;"> a </span><span style="font-size: large;">snack food!</span><span style="font-size: small;">&nbsp; </span><br /><br />we had been planning on moving moan-uh's cat box&nbsp; anyway since she is getting quite elderly and does not seem to be able to leap and jump like she could years ago.&nbsp; <br /><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ddUthGreoII/TVXLFnmmS4I/AAAAAAAAEtQ/w8EPon5nfgw/s1600/197.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" h5="true" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ddUthGreoII/TVXLFnmmS4I/AAAAAAAAEtQ/w8EPon5nfgw/s320/197.JPG" width="240" /></a></div><br />as you can see by the look on her face she does not care much to be photographed.<br /><br /><br />mike also seems to have a problem with hoarding.&nbsp; you may see him on the next episode of hoarders if it gets any worse.&nbsp;&nbsp; <br /><br />last week we bought the puppies inexpensive dog beds.&nbsp; the blanky on the floor was becoming a problem.&nbsp; <br /><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OtsRBO_akqg/TVXL3nWfDwI/AAAAAAAAEtU/yaK3inYC9HQ/s1600/018.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" h5="true" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OtsRBO_akqg/TVXL3nWfDwI/AAAAAAAAEtU/yaK3inYC9HQ/s320/018.JPG" width="240" /></a></div>can you guess which one is mike's?&nbsp; <br /><br />molly is to dignified to mess around with toys.<br /><br />mia is too afraid of everything, including toys.<br /><br />mike loves them.<br /><br />mike also loves trash, dirty socks, wash cloths and dryer sheets.&nbsp; oh, and cat poo.&nbsp; so at any given moment of any given day you can find an assemblage of these items in his bed.&nbsp; <br /><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PMWzzF3hi2A/TVXNJXw_C2I/AAAAAAAAEtY/bL6Aq4WahUY/s1600/019.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" h5="true" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PMWzzF3hi2A/TVXNJXw_C2I/AAAAAAAAEtY/bL6Aq4WahUY/s320/019.JPG" width="320" /></a></div>&nbsp;trying to find a more artful angle for this photo became impossible.&nbsp; mike wanted to eat the camera.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0-0e2VGjRNY/TVXNNt1zZjI/AAAAAAAAEtc/eDHl-DL-o5E/s1600/021.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" h5="true" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0-0e2VGjRNY/TVXNNt1zZjI/AAAAAAAAEtc/eDHl-DL-o5E/s320/021.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SBp5UH5kprA/TVXNRB7xT8I/AAAAAAAAEtg/OqFLeYedPxw/s1600/020.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" h5="true" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SBp5UH5kprA/TVXNRB7xT8I/AAAAAAAAEtg/OqFLeYedPxw/s320/020.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4FeaTzBoMPI/TVXNUKN8fiI/AAAAAAAAEtk/IOALuGZgP0w/s1600/025.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" h5="true" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4FeaTzBoMPI/TVXNUKN8fiI/AAAAAAAAEtk/IOALuGZgP0w/s320/025.JPG" width="240" /></a></div><br />i love this little guy to pieces though.&nbsp; he has more fun and personality in him than any other dog i have known.&nbsp; <br /><br />i almost gave the hubs the boot out the door when i found out he decided to bring this guy home.&nbsp; but i am thrilled to pieces he did.&nbsp; <br /><br />i have giggled and smiled till my cheeks are in charley horses because of this little guy.<br /><br /><br />ok, so just <span style="font-size: x-large;">one more thing</span><span style="font-size: small;">&nbsp; to say then i will back away from the keyboard already.</span><br /><br />so, you know a week or so ago i made my first sale on my etsy shop....the buyer left such a kind comment.&nbsp; i sent her a 'convo' as it is called in etsy terminology to thank her for leaving such wonderful feedback.&nbsp;&nbsp; <br /><br />she convo'ed me back with this!<br /><br />by flyawayjewelrydesign profile shop contact <br /><br /><br /><br />Your very welcome. it's the truth. i used to make jewelry and i can tell when someone puts love into their work. i was also very impressed that you took the time to bond all the jump rings together so that they don't open up over time. i will make sure to check your store every so often for more things to buy, because i like buying from people like you.<br /><br />hope you have a great day too,<br /><br />Julia <br /><br /><br /><br /><br />that made me feel so good.&nbsp;&nbsp; someone took the time to notice the extra umph, that extra mile i put into my work.<br /><br /><br /><br />with that said, as i promised i am backing away from the keyboard.&nbsp; i could easily gab a bit longer, but i think i shall wait and save it for another time.<br /><br /><br />see ya again real soon,<br /><br />mwah!<br /><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jlnA4pMhzWM/TVXUYO7q6wI/AAAAAAAAEtw/GA3M_Trm9ac/s1600/005.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" h5="true" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jlnA4pMhzWM/TVXUYO7q6wI/AAAAAAAAEtw/GA3M_Trm9ac/s320/005.JPG" width="320" /></a></div>(they are not furry, but they are just as cute when they are sleeping!)Nest Feathers and Twinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18179102786567303141noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11062603.post-23749787022672507552011-02-01T21:27:00.004-06:002011-02-01T21:44:31.466-06:00ice/snow storm of 2011I have to say that we are <span style="font-size: x-large;">blessed</span><span style="font-size: large;">.&nbsp; and for that I am so </span><span style="font-size: x-large;">grateful.</span><br /><br />we were looking at up to an inch of ice possible and up to 2 feet of snow at one point of this storm.<br /><br />we now have at least 4 inches of sleet, and just a bit of freezing rain fell.&nbsp; <br /><br />they thought the worst was to come this evening into tomorrow.&nbsp;&nbsp; it seems that the storm is not going to whip around to give us the larger amount of snow accumulation originally called for.&nbsp; i secretly hid my disappointment in this change in snow&nbsp;accumulation expectation, only to find later that others here in household also felt let down.&nbsp; <br /><br />keep in mind we all groaned with great disapproval over the news of this same impending storm a few days earlier.<br /><br /><br />sunday evening we ran to walmart to buy groceries, a couple of boxes of fire logs, flashlights, and a few more candles.&nbsp; the store was stripped bare and the parking lot looked like black friday part II.&nbsp; <br /><br />this evening bill and max ventured out, not with my seal of approval.&nbsp; i can live without milk for a day or two.&nbsp; the roads are pretty much a mess, but on the bright side walmart is fully stocked again.<br /><br />before the storm began the predictions were beyond scary.&nbsp;&nbsp; all the what ifs seem to race through&nbsp;my mind.<br /><br />what if.....we lose power, the trees come crashing down, bill does not make it home from work in time.&nbsp; what if, what if, what if.&nbsp; <br /><br />all you can do is prepare the best you can.<br /><br />yesterday was the end of the&nbsp; month.&nbsp;&nbsp; the hubs works first shift, but on the last day of the month he can work as late as midnight.&nbsp; that is past the clock out time of second shift.&nbsp; <br /><br />last night when bill was on his way home he came across a homeless gentleman.&nbsp; he gave the man some money and the man was genuinely grateful.&nbsp;&nbsp; over the weekend bill and the boys saw several homeless people in the city when they went to a car show.&nbsp; <br /><br />my thoughts have turned repeatedly to those who are not so fortunate to have shelter, and warmth, and food, and for that matter knowledge of what was looming in the near future.&nbsp; how many did not know what was coming, therefore not giving them time to find proper shelter. &nbsp; <br /><br />the thought of losing power seemed a bit less concerning, we would still have shelter and a means of creating warmth.&nbsp; <br /><br />in an effort to document our experience in this 'history making storm' as it has been called for days now i began snapping photos, and it seems a shame to let them go to waste.&nbsp; <br /><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5rerf2Fj8TI/TUjLGDT9ziI/AAAAAAAAErQ/liyeXluaEn8/s1600/001.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" s5="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5rerf2Fj8TI/TUjLGDT9ziI/AAAAAAAAErQ/liyeXluaEn8/s320/001.JPG" width="320" /></a></div>&nbsp;monday 3:30 freezing rain<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5rerf2Fj8TI/TUjLOd1LHDI/AAAAAAAAErU/KfANW1POeTQ/s1600/002.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" s5="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5rerf2Fj8TI/TUjLOd1LHDI/AAAAAAAAErU/KfANW1POeTQ/s320/002.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5rerf2Fj8TI/TUjLQnqaAgI/AAAAAAAAErY/UKYPKlXunDc/s1600/005.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" s5="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5rerf2Fj8TI/TUjLQnqaAgI/AAAAAAAAErY/UKYPKlXunDc/s320/005.JPG" width="240" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5rerf2Fj8TI/TUjLU1bEuDI/AAAAAAAAErc/8TfLaWZ7bZc/s1600/008.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" s5="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5rerf2Fj8TI/TUjLU1bEuDI/AAAAAAAAErc/8TfLaWZ7bZc/s320/008.JPG" width="320" /></a></div>&nbsp;tuesday 1:30, sleet, sleet and more sleet<br /><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5rerf2Fj8TI/TUjLZKomPfI/AAAAAAAAErg/zGgk9VP_JMY/s1600/011.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" s5="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5rerf2Fj8TI/TUjLZKomPfI/AAAAAAAAErg/zGgk9VP_JMY/s320/011.JPG" width="320" /></a></div>&nbsp;a splash of color....our yard cardinal came out of hiding long enough for me to snap a photo.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5rerf2Fj8TI/TUjLd5T8FwI/AAAAAAAAErk/sB-WYM_Wc6M/s1600/012.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" s5="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5rerf2Fj8TI/TUjLd5T8FwI/AAAAAAAAErk/sB-WYM_Wc6M/s320/012.JPG" width="320" /></a></div>&nbsp;steph's foot prints in the sleet.&nbsp; as of tuesday at 4:30 we have a 4 inches of this firmly packed stuff.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5rerf2Fj8TI/TUjLirfSA5I/AAAAAAAAEro/WEQsa5Td588/s1600/013.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" s5="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5rerf2Fj8TI/TUjLirfSA5I/AAAAAAAAEro/WEQsa5Td588/s320/013.JPG" width="240" /></a></div>&nbsp;with the threat of freezing rain no longer i can relax and take a minute to appreciate the beauty of icy branches.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5rerf2Fj8TI/TUjLp8Q-lHI/AAAAAAAAErs/bH16COL7mak/s1600/014.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" s5="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5rerf2Fj8TI/TUjLp8Q-lHI/AAAAAAAAErs/bH16COL7mak/s320/014.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5rerf2Fj8TI/TUjLxEhOajI/AAAAAAAAErw/u-V76hTfav8/s1600/015.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" s5="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5rerf2Fj8TI/TUjLxEhOajI/AAAAAAAAErw/u-V76hTfav8/s320/015.JPG" width="240" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5rerf2Fj8TI/TUjL1ywKHBI/AAAAAAAAEr0/fOsEjDme3qQ/s1600/016.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" s5="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5rerf2Fj8TI/TUjL1ywKHBI/AAAAAAAAEr0/fOsEjDme3qQ/s320/016.JPG" width="240" /></a></div><br />they are still calling for a few inches of snow overnight and through out tomorrow.&nbsp; originally we were expecting up to 2 feet, so i guess time will tell what it to come.<br /><br />this grateful arty girl is off&nbsp; to go do and be arty.<br /><br />be safe and warm.<br /><br />mwah.<br /><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5rerf2Fj8TI/TUjOy91KSjI/AAAAAAAAEr4/QvfbPySVqZM/s1600/052.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" s5="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5rerf2Fj8TI/TUjOy91KSjI/AAAAAAAAEr4/QvfbPySVqZM/s320/052.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br />sleep tight.Nest Feathers and Twinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18179102786567303141noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11062603.post-1995080593735587452011-01-29T15:06:00.003-06:002011-01-29T15:11:49.341-06:00a little sea shell and tellfor christmas gifts for friends, near and far, wedding gift/first christmas gifts for 3 newlywed couples, and&nbsp;hostess gifts&nbsp;she did not sell sea shells but she glittered them all sparrrrrklyyy.<br /><br />steph and i saw a martha stewart episode on ombre glittering shells and knew we had to do this ourselves.<br /><br />i learned how to ombre, and i also learned that you are not going to make a hole in a sea shell very quickly if you have the drill spinning in <span style="font-size: x-large;">reverse</span>.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5rerf2Fj8TI/TUR_eKwyQqI/AAAAAAAAErA/Be5we6WTBo0/s1600/013.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" s5="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5rerf2Fj8TI/TUR_eKwyQqI/AAAAAAAAErA/Be5we6WTBo0/s320/013.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5rerf2Fj8TI/TUR_jscVtTI/AAAAAAAAErE/lwSkdHyxKE0/s1600/014.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" s5="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5rerf2Fj8TI/TUR_jscVtTI/AAAAAAAAErE/lwSkdHyxKE0/s320/014.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5rerf2Fj8TI/TUR_na2oZLI/AAAAAAAAErI/4u3-MJgI4rc/s1600/017.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" s5="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5rerf2Fj8TI/TUR_na2oZLI/AAAAAAAAErI/4u3-MJgI4rc/s320/017.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br />i just realized going through the pics i had not played show and tell with these luvlies.&nbsp; <br /><br />with this said and done this arty girl is off to take her perimenopause enhanced pms off to find something salty and something sweet to medicate herself with.&nbsp; <br /><br />bunches of love to you, <br /><br />mwah.<br /><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5rerf2Fj8TI/TUSBUTOKNTI/AAAAAAAAErM/vBSfZu2Kxik/s1600/039.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" s5="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5rerf2Fj8TI/TUSBUTOKNTI/AAAAAAAAErM/vBSfZu2Kxik/s320/039.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div>Nest Feathers and Twinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18179102786567303141noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11062603.post-15747276184676619982011-01-26T18:16:00.002-06:002011-01-27T00:02:31.596-06:00ok, i am just going to admit it....i think i just have to admit to myself that this is just how it is.<br /><br />i faithfully blog my arty heart out for days, weeks even and then poof.&nbsp; i disappear for awhile.&nbsp; the waaa-laaa&nbsp; i am back.&nbsp; <br /><br />i always swear i will not poof again, try not to poof again....then i poof again and end up with bloggers guilt.<br /><br />so from this day forward i have come to terms with the facts.<br /><br />and the facts are....<br /><br />i poof<br /><br />i waaaa-laaa<br /><br />i live life.<br /><br />i did not even peek to see how long it has been.&nbsp;&nbsp; don't wanna know.&nbsp;&nbsp; <br /><br />it is my hope that your new year is starting out wonderful.&nbsp;&nbsp; i have to say this is one of the most hopeful for us.<br /><br />i do not make new years resolutions.&nbsp;&nbsp; i no longer feel the need to give my inner rebel an agenda....however we are trying to be bit healthier around these parts.<br /><br />&nbsp; we have traded an eat out night for a new smoothie makin' blender.&nbsp; smoothies once a week, more i hope.<br /><br />&nbsp;smoothies can be expensive boogers to make.&nbsp;&nbsp; <br /><br />last night was our first official smoothie night.&nbsp;&nbsp; berry smoothies.&nbsp; black berry, strawberry and rasberry, vanilla yogurt and a bit of milk.........and drumroll please.......NO SUGAR added.&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; <br /><br />thought for sure the hubby would reject this sugar free concoction, but he liked it.&nbsp; he actually liked it.&nbsp; the man who adds tea to his cup of sugar,&nbsp; the man who adds honey nut cheerios to his bowl of sugar liked it.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5rerf2Fj8TI/TUCizUbqq4I/AAAAAAAAEmQ/f49Jc0VUgxw/s1600/012.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" s5="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5rerf2Fj8TI/TUCizUbqq4I/AAAAAAAAEmQ/f49Jc0VUgxw/s320/012.JPG" width="240" /></a></div>i still have half of mine left over from last night and while i am talking about this i am finding my self really craving the last bit of mine.&nbsp; <br /><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5rerf2Fj8TI/TUCjReI_-9I/AAAAAAAAEmg/4BMo6uXQCxQ/s1600/025.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" s5="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5rerf2Fj8TI/TUCjReI_-9I/AAAAAAAAEmg/4BMo6uXQCxQ/s320/025.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5rerf2Fj8TI/TUCjWH82GZI/AAAAAAAAEmk/FUg_ZnujlFc/s1600/034.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" s5="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5rerf2Fj8TI/TUCjWH82GZI/AAAAAAAAEmk/FUg_ZnujlFc/s320/034.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5rerf2Fj8TI/TUCjZ0gqoSI/AAAAAAAAEmo/NxefzdQ9ytg/s1600/035.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" s5="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5rerf2Fj8TI/TUCjZ0gqoSI/AAAAAAAAEmo/NxefzdQ9ytg/s320/035.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5rerf2Fj8TI/TUCjgKfNQbI/AAAAAAAAEms/JeybgWXSRf8/s1600/037.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" s5="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5rerf2Fj8TI/TUCjgKfNQbI/AAAAAAAAEms/JeybgWXSRf8/s320/037.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /><br />mike licked bill's glass cu-lean.&nbsp; so clean we were able to put that glass back up on the shelf to reuse later.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5rerf2Fj8TI/TUCjkGpyRYI/AAAAAAAAEmw/-1V66NUaySc/s1600/038.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" s5="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5rerf2Fj8TI/TUCjkGpyRYI/AAAAAAAAEmw/-1V66NUaySc/s320/038.JPG" width="240" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5rerf2Fj8TI/TUClqfgpJ7I/AAAAAAAAEnA/iTr1puacEU0/s1600/039.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" s5="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5rerf2Fj8TI/TUClqfgpJ7I/AAAAAAAAEnA/iTr1puacEU0/s320/039.JPG" width="240" /></a></div>&nbsp;mike, however, was not so clean.&nbsp; as i&nbsp; went to grab a wash cloth to wipe his face off, the smart little boy figured out how to get cleaned up all by himself.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5rerf2Fj8TI/TUCjnvJtN6I/AAAAAAAAEm0/FLRmqQFFdH0/s1600/040.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" s5="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5rerf2Fj8TI/TUCjnvJtN6I/AAAAAAAAEm0/FLRmqQFFdH0/s320/040.JPG" width="240" /></a></div><br />wipe his face on bill's arm and shirt sleeve......<br /><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5rerf2Fj8TI/TUCjsEnNSBI/AAAAAAAAEm4/QwcSgArWA5M/s1600/041.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" s5="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5rerf2Fj8TI/TUCjsEnNSBI/AAAAAAAAEm4/QwcSgArWA5M/s320/041.JPG" width="240" /></a></div><br />then lick bill's arm and shirt sleeve.<br /><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5rerf2Fj8TI/TUCjvoyxdJI/AAAAAAAAEm8/U6BaaESUF1o/s1600/029.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" s5="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5rerf2Fj8TI/TUCjvoyxdJI/AAAAAAAAEm8/U6BaaESUF1o/s320/029.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br />time to sleep it off.<br /><br />oh, and you do know i was just kidding about reusing the glass, right?<br /><br /><br />one thing we did not share with the puppy......home made ham and cheese kolachis.<br /><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5rerf2Fj8TI/TUCml8n7WiI/AAAAAAAAEnE/yigcJTfCUeo/s1600/044.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" s5="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5rerf2Fj8TI/TUCml8n7WiI/AAAAAAAAEnE/yigcJTfCUeo/s320/044.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5rerf2Fj8TI/TUCmoxoNDMI/AAAAAAAAEnI/TrlgYZfuq-s/s1600/046.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" s5="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5rerf2Fj8TI/TUCmoxoNDMI/AAAAAAAAEnI/TrlgYZfuq-s/s320/046.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br />yeast bread stuffed with honey ham and colby-jack cheese.&nbsp; <br /><br />in keeping with being us, the smoothies came first while we were waiting for the bread dough to finish rising.<br /><br />sometimes you just have to have dessert first.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5rerf2Fj8TI/TUCoKf-PLOI/AAAAAAAAEnM/emmg-JIwgkA/s1600/001.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" s5="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5rerf2Fj8TI/TUCoKf-PLOI/AAAAAAAAEnM/emmg-JIwgkA/s320/001.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br />over the weekend i found these cute little birdies.&nbsp;&nbsp; <br /><br />i tried to walk by and ignore them, pretend they were not there.<br /><br />but they sang to me, in a manner of speaking.&nbsp; <br /><br />i just had to have them.<br /><br />ok.&nbsp; i bargained with myself.&nbsp; think of at least one idea of how to give them umph and you can get some, some for me, some to sell.&nbsp;&nbsp; if you know me you know how that works.&nbsp; <br /><br />the idea(s)&nbsp; i came up with require the wings and feet to be removed, at least temporarily.&nbsp; to make sure i could do this i came home with 2.<br /><br />once&nbsp;i discovered i could remove the necessary parts, the next night we went back for more....with a coupon to boot.<br /><br /><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5rerf2Fj8TI/TUCpSZgk99I/AAAAAAAAEnQ/7Fv4Mjz-gL8/s1600/002.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" s5="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5rerf2Fj8TI/TUCpSZgk99I/AAAAAAAAEnQ/7Fv4Mjz-gL8/s320/002.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5rerf2Fj8TI/TUCpW2hMArI/AAAAAAAAEnU/xzpZP4kPAo0/s1600/003.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" s5="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5rerf2Fj8TI/TUCpW2hMArI/AAAAAAAAEnU/xzpZP4kPAo0/s320/003.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /><br />the easiest way to get those wings and feeties off&nbsp;is a good soaking in an old fashioned bird bath.<br /><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5rerf2Fj8TI/TUCpbAENkNI/AAAAAAAAEnY/CqrcmwHzce8/s1600/005.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" s5="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5rerf2Fj8TI/TUCpbAENkNI/AAAAAAAAEnY/CqrcmwHzce8/s320/005.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /><br />bird feet<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5rerf2Fj8TI/TUCpfLpauvI/AAAAAAAAEnc/qA3hSj6BLS0/s1600/006.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" s5="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5rerf2Fj8TI/TUCpfLpauvI/AAAAAAAAEnc/qA3hSj6BLS0/s320/006.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br />don't think bbq sauce would make these wings tasty.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5rerf2Fj8TI/TUCpjJUX0fI/AAAAAAAAEng/l3nexwpI-sw/s1600/007.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" s5="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5rerf2Fj8TI/TUCpjJUX0fI/AAAAAAAAEng/l3nexwpI-sw/s320/007.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br />i am kind of thinking i might not put the wings back on all of these birdies.....we will have to see.<br /><br />hoping to hit the studio to start painting these tonight.<br /><br /><br />last night i packaged up a necklace that sold on my etsy shop........ so happy.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5rerf2Fj8TI/TUCr0OhEutI/AAAAAAAAEnk/9nvPvTsU-GE/s1600/008.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" s5="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5rerf2Fj8TI/TUCr0OhEutI/AAAAAAAAEnk/9nvPvTsU-GE/s320/008.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5rerf2Fj8TI/TUCr288OC2I/AAAAAAAAEno/2jOlu1fRLOw/s1600/010.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" s5="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5rerf2Fj8TI/TUCr288OC2I/AAAAAAAAEno/2jOlu1fRLOw/s320/010.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br />tuell roses topped the &nbsp;gift box and a few doilies nestled in a shipping box.<br /><br /><br /><br />hmmmm.....so what else has been going on......OH....snow.&nbsp;&nbsp; <span style="font-size: large;">i am so sick of this white stuff.&nbsp;</span><span style="font-size: small;">&nbsp; but i do have to admit that it is so beautiful when it is all fresh and new.&nbsp; and while it seems the theme of this blog post is admitting schtuff.&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; when a </span><span style="font-size: large;">snow storm </span><span style="font-size: small;">is rolling in i have to say all of the </span><span style="font-size: large;">excitement</span><span style="font-size: small;">&nbsp; makes me feel like a </span><span style="font-size: x-large;">big kid</span><span style="font-size: small;"> again!</span><br /><br /><br />i do so wish that snow was a <span style="font-size: large;">color</span>.&nbsp;&nbsp; one day last week i looked out the kitchen doors and <span style="font-size: large;">everything</span><span style="font-size: small;"> was white, grey, or brown.&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; </span><br /><br />if snow was a color....what color would you choose?&nbsp;&nbsp; i think i would love to see something tropical myself....<br /><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5rerf2Fj8TI/TUCwe7I3TII/AAAAAAAAEns/l-AuowmaRbk/s1600/003.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" s5="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5rerf2Fj8TI/TUCwe7I3TII/AAAAAAAAEns/l-AuowmaRbk/s320/003.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5rerf2Fj8TI/TUCwhW3ogMI/AAAAAAAAEnw/7JPc3lsSH4A/s1600/004.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" s5="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5rerf2Fj8TI/TUCwhW3ogMI/AAAAAAAAEnw/7JPc3lsSH4A/s320/004.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br />gotta admire that last rose, hanging on and strong.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5rerf2Fj8TI/TUCwmW85xgI/AAAAAAAAEn0/citcAAsWP0c/s1600/005.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" s5="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5rerf2Fj8TI/TUCwmW85xgI/AAAAAAAAEn0/citcAAsWP0c/s320/005.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5rerf2Fj8TI/TUCwrvAWOMI/AAAAAAAAEn4/28PVOtlAofI/s1600/008.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" s5="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5rerf2Fj8TI/TUCwrvAWOMI/AAAAAAAAEn4/28PVOtlAofI/s320/008.JPG" width="240" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5rerf2Fj8TI/TUCwvSfYmMI/AAAAAAAAEn8/W4toCd2JHTY/s1600/015.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" s5="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5rerf2Fj8TI/TUCwvSfYmMI/AAAAAAAAEn8/W4toCd2JHTY/s320/015.JPG" width="240" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5rerf2Fj8TI/TUCwy3RarnI/AAAAAAAAEoA/J7UxG_v4nBw/s1600/018.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" s5="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5rerf2Fj8TI/TUCwy3RarnI/AAAAAAAAEoA/J7UxG_v4nBw/s320/018.JPG" width="240" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5rerf2Fj8TI/TUCw1C85NAI/AAAAAAAAEoE/dKx9-i-EM_Y/s1600/023.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" s5="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5rerf2Fj8TI/TUCw1C85NAI/AAAAAAAAEoE/dKx9-i-EM_Y/s320/023.JPG" width="240" /></a></div><br />my sweet sweet max making potty trails for the puppies.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5rerf2Fj8TI/TUCw4Mp6DQI/AAAAAAAAEoI/a7kUgsEPqpI/s1600/027.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" s5="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5rerf2Fj8TI/TUCw4Mp6DQI/AAAAAAAAEoI/a7kUgsEPqpI/s320/027.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br />snow mounded up on our tie dye buckets.<br /><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5rerf2Fj8TI/TUCw64g94CI/AAAAAAAAEoM/zCdDj5rt2-Q/s1600/028.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" s5="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5rerf2Fj8TI/TUCw64g94CI/AAAAAAAAEoM/zCdDj5rt2-Q/s320/028.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br />and piled up on our outdoor artsy work tables that we left set up in faith that we will see warm sunny days again real soon.....or oops we did not get these put away before old man winter came to town.&nbsp; i kinda like the first reason better.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5rerf2Fj8TI/TUCxB6ELsHI/AAAAAAAAEoQ/i6pybzPUl8M/s1600/029.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" s5="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5rerf2Fj8TI/TUCxB6ELsHI/AAAAAAAAEoQ/i6pybzPUl8M/s320/029.JPG" width="240" /></a></div>10 inches in all<br /><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5rerf2Fj8TI/TUCxHgpYPUI/AAAAAAAAEoU/kT0JH84lNKU/s1600/035.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" s5="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5rerf2Fj8TI/TUCxHgpYPUI/AAAAAAAAEoU/kT0JH84lNKU/s320/035.JPG" width="320" /></a><br /><br />mia and mike.&nbsp; mollie is not in the picture because being the princess she is she found a spot to potty on that was under the steps that were snow free.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5rerf2Fj8TI/TUCxJ0DnBoI/AAAAAAAAEoY/Lt25HlOZqkI/s1600/038.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" s5="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5rerf2Fj8TI/TUCxJ0DnBoI/AAAAAAAAEoY/Lt25HlOZqkI/s320/038.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br />mike thought the potty trails were a race track.....and he's offfffffffffffff............charge<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5rerf2Fj8TI/TUCxN-56fVI/AAAAAAAAEoc/dCoq_sIoAYU/s1600/040.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" s5="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5rerf2Fj8TI/TUCxN-56fVI/AAAAAAAAEoc/dCoq_sIoAYU/s320/040.JPG" width="240" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5rerf2Fj8TI/TUCxQcQkcRI/AAAAAAAAEog/-gpFKgb2K2U/s1600/042.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" s5="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5rerf2Fj8TI/TUCxQcQkcRI/AAAAAAAAEog/-gpFKgb2K2U/s320/042.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br />mike takes after max...why follow a trail when you can make your own.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5rerf2Fj8TI/TUCxUNWf_TI/AAAAAAAAEok/4R0BnkL3Jzg/s1600/044.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" s5="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5rerf2Fj8TI/TUCxUNWf_TI/AAAAAAAAEok/4R0BnkL3Jzg/s320/044.JPG" width="240" /></a></div><br />this is a little holiday i invented years ago to help keep my sanity during these especially blah winter months.&nbsp;&nbsp; the holiday of all things snowy.&nbsp; this is our january tree. <br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5rerf2Fj8TI/TUCxZtP1VWI/AAAAAAAAEoo/guRI8SpDm90/s1600/045.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" s5="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5rerf2Fj8TI/TUCxZtP1VWI/AAAAAAAAEoo/guRI8SpDm90/s320/045.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5rerf2Fj8TI/TUCxeMHRACI/AAAAAAAAEos/6blWc5sXHGc/s1600/047.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" s5="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5rerf2Fj8TI/TUCxeMHRACI/AAAAAAAAEos/6blWc5sXHGc/s320/047.JPG" width="240" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5rerf2Fj8TI/TUCxjomaP6I/AAAAAAAAEow/V1N-pXsY1a8/s1600/048.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" s5="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5rerf2Fj8TI/TUCxjomaP6I/AAAAAAAAEow/V1N-pXsY1a8/s320/048.JPG" width="240" /></a></div><br /><br />some of our ombre glittered shells.&nbsp; i can not wait to start glittering all that i can get my hands on for valentine's.<br /><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5rerf2Fj8TI/TUCxoz1VdpI/AAAAAAAAEo0/R9wOJMRFPnU/s1600/049.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" s5="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5rerf2Fj8TI/TUCxoz1VdpI/AAAAAAAAEo0/R9wOJMRFPnU/s320/049.JPG" width="240" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5rerf2Fj8TI/TUCxvEsuwxI/AAAAAAAAEo4/tCm2Q_KG2jg/s1600/050.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" s5="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5rerf2Fj8TI/TUCxvEsuwxI/AAAAAAAAEo4/tCm2Q_KG2jg/s320/050.JPG" width="240" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5rerf2Fj8TI/TUCxynWALKI/AAAAAAAAEo8/gBJZogqjte0/s1600/051.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; 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margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" s5="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5rerf2Fj8TI/TUCyM86vAQI/AAAAAAAAEpU/sJ5zau-bGUk/s320/057.JPG" width="240" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5rerf2Fj8TI/TUCySdqDnNI/AAAAAAAAEpY/9PeYcCm6Otg/s1600/058.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" s5="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5rerf2Fj8TI/TUCySdqDnNI/AAAAAAAAEpY/9PeYcCm6Otg/s320/058.JPG" width="240" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5rerf2Fj8TI/TUCyY8dpcbI/AAAAAAAAEpc/HY7htkikQ2E/s1600/059.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" s5="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5rerf2Fj8TI/TUCyY8dpcbI/AAAAAAAAEpc/HY7htkikQ2E/s320/059.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5rerf2Fj8TI/TUCycSibX7I/AAAAAAAAEpg/33zGpPIcMRc/s1600/060.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" s5="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5rerf2Fj8TI/TUCycSibX7I/AAAAAAAAEpg/33zGpPIcMRc/s320/060.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5rerf2Fj8TI/TUCyeh-hkTI/AAAAAAAAEpk/-dgVkww967c/s1600/064a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="227" s5="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5rerf2Fj8TI/TUCyeh-hkTI/AAAAAAAAEpk/-dgVkww967c/s320/064a.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br />mike not liking the winter coat idea much.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5rerf2Fj8TI/TUCyifu2vyI/AAAAAAAAEpo/x9DxMrtq-Xs/s1600/067.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" s5="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5rerf2Fj8TI/TUCyifu2vyI/AAAAAAAAEpo/x9DxMrtq-Xs/s320/067.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5rerf2Fj8TI/TUCylbWb68I/AAAAAAAAEps/QQCOcXLnlaY/s1600/072.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" s5="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5rerf2Fj8TI/TUCylbWb68I/AAAAAAAAEps/QQCOcXLnlaY/s320/072.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5rerf2Fj8TI/TUCyoWjqhjI/AAAAAAAAEpw/OfS5NgN9bnk/s1600/075.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" s5="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5rerf2Fj8TI/TUCyoWjqhjI/AAAAAAAAEpw/OfS5NgN9bnk/s320/075.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br />pooped puppy from a day of playing in his first snow.<br /><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5rerf2Fj8TI/TUCyrjPkXAI/AAAAAAAAEp0/9BfeICsMYCc/s1600/078.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" s5="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5rerf2Fj8TI/TUCyrjPkXAI/AAAAAAAAEp0/9BfeICsMYCc/s320/078.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5rerf2Fj8TI/TUCyvCy9T6I/AAAAAAAAEp4/6fnRsfEaQlo/s1600/079.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" s5="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5rerf2Fj8TI/TUCyvCy9T6I/AAAAAAAAEp4/6fnRsfEaQlo/s320/079.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5rerf2Fj8TI/TUCyyQwwmzI/AAAAAAAAEp8/jKKg9HDHJOM/s1600/080.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" s5="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5rerf2Fj8TI/TUCyyQwwmzI/AAAAAAAAEp8/jKKg9HDHJOM/s320/080.JPG" width="240" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5rerf2Fj8TI/TUCy1O5xIrI/AAAAAAAAEqA/qI5qKzVGuNM/s1600/084.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" s5="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5rerf2Fj8TI/TUCy1O5xIrI/AAAAAAAAEqA/qI5qKzVGuNM/s320/084.JPG" width="240" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5rerf2Fj8TI/TUCy4bqxLiI/AAAAAAAAEqE/-Ta4q_nPT-g/s1600/085.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" s5="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5rerf2Fj8TI/TUCy4bqxLiI/AAAAAAAAEqE/-Ta4q_nPT-g/s320/085.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br />can't you just hear mike asking if he can go out and play again in the snow.....<br /><br /><br /><br />i am so looking forward to spring when these will hold pots overflowing with flowers.<br /><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5rerf2Fj8TI/TUC2BKSauVI/AAAAAAAAEqI/V-AYtbEj_6c/s1600/063.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" s5="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5rerf2Fj8TI/TUC2BKSauVI/AAAAAAAAEqI/V-AYtbEj_6c/s320/063.JPG" width="240" /></a></div><br /><br />meniere's dis-ease.&nbsp; somedays it just kicks my butt, but i am kicking butt back.<br /><br />when we go to the store i feel as though i am chained to the cart.<br /><br />when we go to museums, car shows.....bill holds my hand and makes sure i don't end up on my butt.<br /><br />but there are times i want to go my way, while he goes his.<br /><br />sometimes he forgets my wittle legs don't cover the same amount of ground in the same frame of time and i begin to feel like a&nbsp; dog being taken on a drag.....and sometimes no matter how much i love to hold my guys hand,&nbsp; in the summer it just gets plain hot and sweaty....and sometimes i just want to do it myself.<br /><br />i thought i was ready for these.<br /><br />i thought that i was ok with this.<br /><br />bill and steph were not ready for this.<br /><br />i had to convince them it was ok, and <span style="font-size: x-large;">i </span><span style="font-size: small;">was ready for this next step in my journey of life.&nbsp; </span><br /><br />so finally we went to pick these up and bring them home.&nbsp; <br /><br />i was actually excited on the way there to get them.<br /><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5rerf2Fj8TI/TUC31EA-XDI/AAAAAAAAEqM/WiZ05bhG1w8/s1600/061.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" s5="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5rerf2Fj8TI/TUC31EA-XDI/AAAAAAAAEqM/WiZ05bhG1w8/s320/061.JPG" width="240" /></a></div><br />once at the medical supply shop, i wanted to run screaming.&nbsp;&nbsp; this <span style="font-size: large;">was not happening </span><span style="font-size: x-large;">to me.&nbsp; no.&nbsp; no.&nbsp; no.&nbsp;&nbsp; make it</span><span style="font-size: large;"> go away....i don't want </span><span style="font-size: small;">this.&nbsp; i had to really face it and i was not quite as ready as i thought i was.&nbsp; </span><br /><br />on the way home i felt how cold and hard the metal was.<br /><br />they say for weeks.&nbsp; (wondering what this line means?&nbsp; me too....*snort*&nbsp; found this extra sentence as i was proof reading.&nbsp; this is what happens when one types a blog post with the tv on and holding a conversation with an oh-so-chatty daughter.)&nbsp;&nbsp; ok back to what i was talking about.<br /><br />i attempted to take them with us on outings.<br /><br />they were left by the door.<br /><br />finally last week i used them, actually just one....this arty girl is too much of a clutz to use them both, and one seems to work just fine.<br /><br />i loved the independence.&nbsp;&nbsp; and i am getting use to them.&nbsp; and i am still praying for a miracle that my balance will someday be restored.....without the surgery that will take my hearing.<br /><br /><br /><br />there is so much more to say ......<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5rerf2Fj8TI/TUDC-pUKT7I/AAAAAAAAEqU/53mESFv0HQY/s1600/024.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" s5="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5rerf2Fj8TI/TUDC-pUKT7I/AAAAAAAAEqU/53mESFv0HQY/s320/024.JPG" width="240" /></a></div><br /><br />i think before blogger sends me a message to shut up already i will end for now and be back with lots more to share on a later date.&nbsp; <br /><br />with much love to you......<br /><br /><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5rerf2Fj8TI/TUC5UgG288I/AAAAAAAAEqQ/XsbYSb9ceXg/s1600/004.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" s5="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5rerf2Fj8TI/TUC5UgG288I/AAAAAAAAEqQ/XsbYSb9ceXg/s320/004.JPG" width="240" /></a></div>Nest Feathers and Twinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18179102786567303141noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11062603.post-49602167702971412262010-12-14T17:04:00.003-06:002010-12-15T05:41:58.801-06:00what's cooking in my kitchenwith the temperatures soooo cold, and ice and snow covering the ground this arty girl has had to resort to cooking up some artiness in my kitchen.&nbsp; <br /><br /><br />many gifts to be given to friends and neighbors will be packaged in eco-friendly reusable gift bags.&nbsp; <br /><br />tie dyed drawsting bags.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5rerf2Fj8TI/TQfxlzWs50I/AAAAAAAAElI/Hh2Gg-ZKFWY/s1600/003.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" n4="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5rerf2Fj8TI/TQfxlzWs50I/AAAAAAAAElI/Hh2Gg-ZKFWY/s320/003.JPG" width="320" /></a></div>for a few days, we will be leaving fabric soaking in a bucket of green dye.&nbsp; <br /><br /><br /><br />and just as bert insists on dipping his paw in to the still oh-so-warm wax of a scented candle, he stops by the bucket of dye doing the same.&nbsp; he now has green tinted paws.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5rerf2Fj8TI/TQfycsbVuuI/AAAAAAAAElM/2SG5dwQdENQ/s1600/111.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" n4="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5rerf2Fj8TI/TQfycsbVuuI/AAAAAAAAElM/2SG5dwQdENQ/s320/111.JPG" width="240" /></a></div><br /><br /><br />in a foil lined pie plate&nbsp; steel nails are drying after soaking in some water for a few days.&nbsp; love rusty-ness.&nbsp; <br /><br />since the nails are steel water and air alone will cause them to rust.&nbsp; no need to force a rusty situation by using the bleach and vinegar method that some metals require!&nbsp; my family is oh-so-thankful.&nbsp; <br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5rerf2Fj8TI/TQfzPlqWJxI/AAAAAAAAElQ/WPWPyz8QqnY/s1600/004.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" n4="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5rerf2Fj8TI/TQfzPlqWJxI/AAAAAAAAElQ/WPWPyz8QqnY/s320/004.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /><br />the rusty nails will be added to the shrine that i am making.&nbsp; <br /><br />yup, as if i do not have enough on my to-do list, i am pushing myself to finish the shrine in time for christmas.&nbsp; <br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5rerf2Fj8TI/TQf08234NAI/AAAAAAAAElU/ArQ1gTLNt0Y/s1600/049.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" n4="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5rerf2Fj8TI/TQf08234NAI/AAAAAAAAElU/ArQ1gTLNt0Y/s320/049.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5rerf2Fj8TI/TQf1Ag0ZW-I/AAAAAAAAElY/b7iJnVR1Y_Q/s1600/051.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" n4="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5rerf2Fj8TI/TQf1Ag0ZW-I/AAAAAAAAElY/b7iJnVR1Y_Q/s320/051.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5rerf2Fj8TI/TQf1EIrheVI/AAAAAAAAElc/zuaw2wgpN5s/s1600/052.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" n4="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5rerf2Fj8TI/TQf1EIrheVI/AAAAAAAAElc/zuaw2wgpN5s/s320/052.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /><br />last night i gave in to the hubby's pleading for cookies.&nbsp; he could not wait just one more week when i started baking for friends and neighbors, and us of course, for my&nbsp; dark-milk-white-semi sweet- chocolate chip cookies.&nbsp;&nbsp; <br /><br />i could not say no to the mostest wonderful guy in the world, so bake i did.<br /><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5rerf2Fj8TI/TQf1RFCHKYI/AAAAAAAAElg/0R_RYG6Brm4/s1600/005.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" n4="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5rerf2Fj8TI/TQf1RFCHKYI/AAAAAAAAElg/0R_RYG6Brm4/s320/005.JPG" width="320" /></a></div>don't they look yummy?&nbsp;&nbsp; you should smell them.....and taste them.....heaven!<br /><br />for a girl that use to be teased about her cooking abilities...or lack of them.....they use to joke that i could burn water!&nbsp;&nbsp; i have become quite the cook if i say so myself.&nbsp; <br /><br />saturday night as snow and icy-ness covered the ground steph and max took some photos as sam spent the evening with friends.&nbsp; 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margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" n4="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5rerf2Fj8TI/TQf6ExgVl0I/AAAAAAAAEl4/nya9tm6rPcw/s320/stephanie+031.JPG" width="240" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5rerf2Fj8TI/TQf6G3-nDII/AAAAAAAAEl8/-0mEnSrKfnE/s1600/stephanie+032.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" n4="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5rerf2Fj8TI/TQf6G3-nDII/AAAAAAAAEl8/-0mEnSrKfnE/s320/stephanie+032.JPG" width="240" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5rerf2Fj8TI/TQf6JdQ40NI/AAAAAAAAEmA/8T4wVU_MP2o/s1600/stephanie+033.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" n4="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5rerf2Fj8TI/TQf6JdQ40NI/AAAAAAAAEmA/8T4wVU_MP2o/s320/stephanie+033.JPG" width="240" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5rerf2Fj8TI/TQf6LpQSQKI/AAAAAAAAEmE/L5nJpyrlHZ0/s1600/stephanie+025.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" n4="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5rerf2Fj8TI/TQf6LpQSQKI/AAAAAAAAEmE/L5nJpyrlHZ0/s320/stephanie+025.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5rerf2Fj8TI/TQf6NjclPNI/AAAAAAAAEmI/7DrxJCFR4GA/s1600/stephanie+027.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" n4="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5rerf2Fj8TI/TQf6NjclPNI/AAAAAAAAEmI/7DrxJCFR4GA/s320/stephanie+027.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /><br />i am off to add some sparkly goodness to more and more sea shells.&nbsp; <br /><br />with much love and holiday cheer to you, <br /><br />smooches.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5rerf2Fj8TI/TQf3cOJzMfI/AAAAAAAAEls/AjXtPlKDGkA/s1600/002.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" n4="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5rerf2Fj8TI/TQf3cOJzMfI/AAAAAAAAEls/AjXtPlKDGkA/s320/002.JPG" width="320" /></a></div>Nest Feathers and Twinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18179102786567303141noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11062603.post-52815409986722762462010-12-12T01:01:00.002-06:002010-12-12T01:09:14.511-06:00baby it's cold outsidetonight we attended the choirs madrigal dinner.<br /><br />this is sam's 3rd year.&nbsp; next year will be his last.&nbsp; <br /><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5rerf2Fj8TI/TQRuDVmbtSI/AAAAAAAAEkY/BgA6FJzyHWk/s1600/004.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" n4="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5rerf2Fj8TI/TQRuDVmbtSI/AAAAAAAAEkY/BgA6FJzyHWk/s320/004.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5rerf2Fj8TI/TQRuQq_bjqI/AAAAAAAAEko/lIYXf3-PZ9E/s1600/010.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" n4="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5rerf2Fj8TI/TQRuQq_bjqI/AAAAAAAAEko/lIYXf3-PZ9E/s320/010.JPG" width="240" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5rerf2Fj8TI/TQRuUsAWVyI/AAAAAAAAEks/POKn4RL3IJE/s1600/012.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" n4="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5rerf2Fj8TI/TQRuUsAWVyI/AAAAAAAAEks/POKn4RL3IJE/s320/012.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5rerf2Fj8TI/TQRuYiZn_CI/AAAAAAAAEkw/dKVA_cuesew/s1600/013.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" n4="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5rerf2Fj8TI/TQRuYiZn_CI/AAAAAAAAEkw/dKVA_cuesew/s320/013.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /><br /><br />we lucked out and the rain that was predicted did not show, so thankfully we did not have to worry about driving icy roads back home, but my-oh-my was it bone chilling cold. <br /><br />sam just called home though to say he is spending the night at a different friends house than originally planned, as the black ice forced them to stay put at the nearest home from where they went to hang after their performance.&nbsp; i am so thankful&nbsp; for the parents of this friend of his for opening &nbsp;up their home to several teenage boys.&nbsp; <br /><br />winds blowing at 40mph and the temps at 20 degrees with a wind chill of 3.....this arty girl is so totally done &nbsp;with winter!<br /><br />while i am snuggled up in my nice warm bed typing to you all, my youngest ran out and snapped a few photos of what is the beginning of what is suppose to be 1 - 3 inches.<br /><br /><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5rerf2Fj8TI/TQRvdBM4_yI/AAAAAAAAEk0/QzY6JSfQHkg/s1600/001.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" n4="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5rerf2Fj8TI/TQRvdBM4_yI/AAAAAAAAEk0/QzY6JSfQHkg/s320/001.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5rerf2Fj8TI/TQRvfTqphoI/AAAAAAAAEk4/as3o7GG2DNM/s1600/002.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" n4="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5rerf2Fj8TI/TQRvfTqphoI/AAAAAAAAEk4/as3o7GG2DNM/s320/002.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5rerf2Fj8TI/TQRvg8xey0I/AAAAAAAAEk8/dvaG8X1D40U/s1600/003.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" n4="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5rerf2Fj8TI/TQRvg8xey0I/AAAAAAAAEk8/dvaG8X1D40U/s320/003.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5rerf2Fj8TI/TQRvlqazR1I/AAAAAAAAElA/w6CL-reAfHQ/s1600/004.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" n4="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5rerf2Fj8TI/TQRvlqazR1I/AAAAAAAAElA/w6CL-reAfHQ/s320/004.JPG" width="320" /></a></div>one last rose still clinging to the rosebush.<br /><br />&nbsp;that rose and i asking the same question i am sure.....<br /><br />how many days till the flowers and trees are blooming with new life and the sun warms you as a cool, gentle breeze blows while birds sing?&nbsp; how many days till spring?<br /><br /><br />i am off to go forage for a snack as the food served at the dinner tonight makes hospital food taste like a 5 star restaurant.&nbsp; mystery meat with a foo-fooed up ranch saucy mixture on top and mashed potatoes with unidentifiable scary&nbsp;brown &nbsp;lumps, .&nbsp; that left the green beans and dinner roll as the only safe option.&nbsp; but i loved the performance, and watching my guy do something he loves made it all worth it.<br /><br />until next time, stay safe and warm and ENJOY this season of abundant love and giving.<br /><br />with much love and smooches.<br /><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5rerf2Fj8TI/TQRy4GLthAI/AAAAAAAAElE/3XSaovjFzJw/s1600/005+%25288%2529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" n4="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5rerf2Fj8TI/TQRy4GLthAI/AAAAAAAAElE/3XSaovjFzJw/s320/005+%25288%2529.JPG" width="320" /></a></div>Nest Feathers and Twinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18179102786567303141noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11062603.post-53215731991391438242010-12-10T23:40:00.000-06:002010-12-10T23:40:16.131-06:00all stamped up and wrapped up while the stars twinkled in the kitchen sink<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">steph and i had a blast putting these </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">packages together for sam for the madrigal dinner.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">we can not wait to start on the larger shells to be given</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">to be friends, neighbors, and newlyweds celebrating their first christmas.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">i am hoping to get the majority of them completed </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">over the weekend, as many of them need to be gifted by this time next week.<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5rerf2Fj8TI/TQMEgtXs8YI/AAAAAAAAEkE/lPE5m-x3MkY/s1600/003.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" n4="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5rerf2Fj8TI/TQMEgtXs8YI/AAAAAAAAEkE/lPE5m-x3MkY/s320/003.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">there is glitter&nbsp; e v e r y&nbsp;w h e r e, everywhere in the house</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">and everywhere on our bodies.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">there is probably glitter running through our veins</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">glitter sprinkled on the carpets </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">during the holiday season </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">is a must every year.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">we adore glitter</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">well, at least us girls do</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">as for the guys in the house</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">they seem to have come to </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">&nbsp;like it almost as much as we girls.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">in fact it is the youngest who asked first</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">this christmas season </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">when the glitter would be sprinkled </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">on the carpet.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">while adding the bits of sparkly color</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">steph said she had heard some one say</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">that glitter is like the herpes of the art world....</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">once you get it on you, you can never get it off.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">i laughed till i had tears welling up in my eyes</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5rerf2Fj8TI/TQMEk51gdLI/AAAAAAAAEkI/hDiDjuGST9U/s1600/004.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" n4="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5rerf2Fj8TI/TQMEk51gdLI/AAAAAAAAEkI/hDiDjuGST9U/s320/004.JPG" width="240" /></a></div>&nbsp;realizing &nbsp;that not every one has the arty gene<br />and not every one shares the same love of glitter that we do<br />&nbsp;at the very last minute<br />we decided to package our<br />sparkly ornaments.<br />i am usually taken by surprise when i see someone forcefully attempting <br />to remove glitter from their clothes as though they were covered in something totally<br />vile....if only they knew just how truly glorious life is with a bit of sparkle.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5rerf2Fj8TI/TQMEo-alWwI/AAAAAAAAEkM/ROhdNmCzkzE/s1600/005.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" n4="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5rerf2Fj8TI/TQMEo-alWwI/AAAAAAAAEkM/ROhdNmCzkzE/s320/005.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div>&nbsp;with a change of subject, while doing the dishes this evening something caught my eye.<br />&nbsp;i glanced at the cup in the sink and watched as this star appeared.<br />i love it when an angel lets you know that they are close by.<br />usually i seem to find hearts and pennies.<br />this is the first star.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5rerf2Fj8TI/TQMErlgGAiI/AAAAAAAAEkQ/uEuUeWHNpzA/s1600/002.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" n4="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5rerf2Fj8TI/TQMErlgGAiI/AAAAAAAAEkQ/uEuUeWHNpzA/s320/002.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /><br />if you are one of the 50 someones who bought a sparkly sea shell from a peddler...i am so happy you stopped by, and i hope you come back soon to see what we are working on next.<br /><br />until next time,<br /><br />smooches to you all.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5rerf2Fj8TI/TQMOjQght4I/AAAAAAAAEkU/mllClBIarQQ/s1600/003+%25288%2529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" n4="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5rerf2Fj8TI/TQMOjQght4I/AAAAAAAAEkU/mllClBIarQQ/s320/003+%25288%2529.JPG" width="320" /></a></div>nighty-night....sleep tight.Nest Feathers and Twinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18179102786567303141noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11062603.post-34548564017895273182010-12-08T21:24:00.002-06:002010-12-08T23:35:33.878-06:00feeling elf-yi know, i know......i still have a ton of pictures and stories to tell.&nbsp; there are so many photos to go through and quite honestly i have been putting it off because i have sooooo very much to do during the months of november and december.<br /><br />wanting to come check in and post has nearly driven me crazy.&nbsp; driven me crazy because i told myself no posts until i catch up on the old posts i have been wanting to do.&nbsp; <br /><br />this year i have taken a vow not to over do it when it comes to commitments during the holidays and so i took it one step further and decided to cut myself a break here on my blog.<br /><br />the photos and stories will have to wait until after the holidays to save my self-induced-sanity-compromising-to-do-list.<br /><br />with that said....<br /><br />here is a peek at what has been going on at our home........<br /><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5rerf2Fj8TI/TQBEXqFRysI/AAAAAAAAEhw/0jK0bRaCQ00/s1600/048.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" n4="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5rerf2Fj8TI/TQBEXqFRysI/AAAAAAAAEhw/0jK0bRaCQ00/s320/048.JPG" width="240" /></a></div>&nbsp;i love entertaining the thought of marching through a snow covered tree farm to go cut down our own oh-so-wonderfully-pine-scented live tree, this is the most economical and practical method.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5rerf2Fj8TI/TQBEdjqmTJI/AAAAAAAAEh0/qsrfSPaJpDE/s1600/053.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" n4="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5rerf2Fj8TI/TQBEdjqmTJI/AAAAAAAAEh0/qsrfSPaJpDE/s320/053.JPG" width="240" /></a></div>&nbsp;the tree plugged in aglow with the lights provided by the manufacturer.&nbsp; are these enough....oh no.....<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5rerf2Fj8TI/TQBEkprbpGI/AAAAAAAAEh4/yyg0tPnMsE0/s1600/054.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" n4="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5rerf2Fj8TI/TQBEkprbpGI/AAAAAAAAEh4/yyg0tPnMsE0/s320/054.JPG" width="240" /></a></div>&nbsp;600 clear lights<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5rerf2Fj8TI/TQBEpWnEtcI/AAAAAAAAEh8/tgIYm4Dr8m0/s1600/057.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" n4="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5rerf2Fj8TI/TQBEpWnEtcI/AAAAAAAAEh8/tgIYm4Dr8m0/s320/057.JPG" width="240" /></a></div>&nbsp;400 multi colored lights<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5rerf2Fj8TI/TQBEuQgcBPI/AAAAAAAAEiA/VInlljtwDlk/s1600/058.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" n4="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5rerf2Fj8TI/TQBEuQgcBPI/AAAAAAAAEiA/VInlljtwDlk/s320/058.JPG" width="240" /></a></div>&nbsp;140 twinkling clear lights, and 140 twinkling multi colored lights....go grab your sunglasses....<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5rerf2Fj8TI/TQBE0oYjDJI/AAAAAAAAEiE/f77ApUK3tbw/s1600/060.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" n4="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5rerf2Fj8TI/TQBE0oYjDJI/AAAAAAAAEiE/f77ApUK3tbw/s320/060.JPG" width="240" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5rerf2Fj8TI/TQBE6LLMdjI/AAAAAAAAEiI/qlynNWCz3us/s1600/061.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" n4="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5rerf2Fj8TI/TQBE6LLMdjI/AAAAAAAAEiI/qlynNWCz3us/s320/061.JPG" width="240" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5rerf2Fj8TI/TQBE9-v1SFI/AAAAAAAAEiM/pPACZZnCI74/s1600/062.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" n4="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5rerf2Fj8TI/TQBE9-v1SFI/AAAAAAAAEiM/pPACZZnCI74/s320/062.JPG" width="240" /></a></div>&nbsp;the elves are in place<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5rerf2Fj8TI/TQBFAYTlzUI/AAAAAAAAEiQ/hyeSkNna18s/s1600/063.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" n4="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5rerf2Fj8TI/TQBFAYTlzUI/AAAAAAAAEiQ/hyeSkNna18s/s320/063.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5rerf2Fj8TI/TQBFCUSXHQI/AAAAAAAAEiU/NT2cnSnR3YE/s1600/064.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" n4="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5rerf2Fj8TI/TQBFCUSXHQI/AAAAAAAAEiU/NT2cnSnR3YE/s320/064.JPG" width="320" /></a></div>&nbsp;the vintage glittered village that has been battered over many many years of use before it came to our home has been set up<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5rerf2Fj8TI/TQBFHqco3EI/AAAAAAAAEiY/GUKKHgaAYeE/s1600/066.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" n4="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5rerf2Fj8TI/TQBFHqco3EI/AAAAAAAAEiY/GUKKHgaAYeE/s320/066.JPG" width="240" /></a></div>&nbsp;a mixture of vintage, newish and new bristle brush trees placed oh-so-carefully in the sparkly village<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5rerf2Fj8TI/TQBFLCbSS_I/AAAAAAAAEic/Yf4b5iYiRHI/s1600/068.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" n4="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5rerf2Fj8TI/TQBFLCbSS_I/AAAAAAAAEic/Yf4b5iYiRHI/s320/068.JPG" width="240" /></a></div>&nbsp;each of the bird cages decorated<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5rerf2Fj8TI/TQBFN7WWWtI/AAAAAAAAEig/DohHWQnn3U4/s1600/074.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" n4="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5rerf2Fj8TI/TQBFN7WWWtI/AAAAAAAAEig/DohHWQnn3U4/s320/074.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5rerf2Fj8TI/TQBFRIs_PuI/AAAAAAAAEik/1LZHfY-gZ_E/s1600/083.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" n4="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5rerf2Fj8TI/TQBFRIs_PuI/AAAAAAAAEik/1LZHfY-gZ_E/s320/083.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5rerf2Fj8TI/TQBFU9QWP9I/AAAAAAAAEio/Ls4_WUCNqMQ/s1600/097.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" n4="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5rerf2Fj8TI/TQBFU9QWP9I/AAAAAAAAEio/Ls4_WUCNqMQ/s320/097.JPG" width="240" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">the feather boas added </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5rerf2Fj8TI/TQBFZGJ58fI/AAAAAAAAEis/GtKg5E-qCds/s1600/101.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" n4="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5rerf2Fj8TI/TQBFZGJ58fI/AAAAAAAAEis/GtKg5E-qCds/s320/101.JPG" width="240" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5rerf2Fj8TI/TQBFdvUlHEI/AAAAAAAAEiw/9zqPUHX4RdA/s1600/109.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" n4="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5rerf2Fj8TI/TQBFdvUlHEI/AAAAAAAAEiw/9zqPUHX4RdA/s320/109.JPG" width="240" /></a></div>&nbsp;hundreds of ornaments<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5rerf2Fj8TI/TQBFizNkfII/AAAAAAAAEi0/GTCnXc4ZCc0/s1600/110.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" n4="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5rerf2Fj8TI/TQBFizNkfII/AAAAAAAAEi0/GTCnXc4ZCc0/s320/110.JPG" width="240" /></a></div>&nbsp;and waaaa-laaaa....christmas is here.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5rerf2Fj8TI/TQBFmoYpd9I/AAAAAAAAEi4/eCSGiDHOw-M/s1600/001.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" n4="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5rerf2Fj8TI/TQBFmoYpd9I/AAAAAAAAEi4/eCSGiDHOw-M/s320/001.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5rerf2Fj8TI/TQBFq2_Sf8I/AAAAAAAAEi8/Hk9y4S6ZY6U/s1600/002.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" n4="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5rerf2Fj8TI/TQBFq2_Sf8I/AAAAAAAAEi8/Hk9y4S6ZY6U/s320/002.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5rerf2Fj8TI/TQBFwPlgO8I/AAAAAAAAEjA/VCd3Z1sHVtE/s1600/004.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" n4="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5rerf2Fj8TI/TQBFwPlgO8I/AAAAAAAAEjA/VCd3Z1sHVtE/s320/004.JPG" width="320" /></a></div>&nbsp;wooden rings have been covered with brocade, velvet, and faux gator ribbon.&nbsp; necklaces in the making.&nbsp; can't wait to take a moment to finish these.&nbsp; <br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5rerf2Fj8TI/TQBFzxwEtqI/AAAAAAAAEjE/TXyVRB7uDaQ/s1600/006.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" n4="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5rerf2Fj8TI/TQBFzxwEtqI/AAAAAAAAEjE/TXyVRB7uDaQ/s320/006.JPG" width="320" /></a></div>&nbsp;well over a hundred sea shells of different sizes and types drilled for hostess gifts, first christmas gifts for several sets of newly weds, neighbors, friends....these, 50 in all, will be given a mini-ombre effect with glitter for sam to pedal at this years madrigal dinner his choir holds each year.&nbsp;&nbsp; i am looking forward to this, i have to admit this is my most favorite of the choir performances we attend each year.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5rerf2Fj8TI/TQBF3-BKCzI/AAAAAAAAEjI/qFW-4sudphg/s1600/007.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" n4="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5rerf2Fj8TI/TQBF3-BKCzI/AAAAAAAAEjI/qFW-4sudphg/s320/007.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5rerf2Fj8TI/TQBF7-TWFPI/AAAAAAAAEjM/WjgSB5rADo8/s1600/008.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" n4="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5rerf2Fj8TI/TQBF7-TWFPI/AAAAAAAAEjM/WjgSB5rADo8/s320/008.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5rerf2Fj8TI/TQBGAu6kMCI/AAAAAAAAEjQ/5zyd_i7hsfk/s1600/009.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" n4="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5rerf2Fj8TI/TQBGAu6kMCI/AAAAAAAAEjQ/5zyd_i7hsfk/s320/009.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br />the inerds of the shells have been done, and by the time i finish this post i will be heading back to ombre the back sides.&nbsp; i am considering these as practice for the larger shells i will be doing that will use 5-6 shades instead of just 3.<br /><br />also in the middle of an assemblage project that i am having a blast working on, and each and every day i think of something new to do with this piece.&nbsp; trying now to pick and choose the most neato of the&nbsp; ideas so that i don't over do and booger it up.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5rerf2Fj8TI/TQBK2g_JIzI/AAAAAAAAEjU/0om1nVc04p8/s1600/049.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" n4="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5rerf2Fj8TI/TQBK2g_JIzI/AAAAAAAAEjU/0om1nVc04p8/s320/049.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5rerf2Fj8TI/TQBK50LYtLI/AAAAAAAAEjY/KnN5HnDpMRY/s1600/051.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" n4="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5rerf2Fj8TI/TQBK50LYtLI/AAAAAAAAEjY/KnN5HnDpMRY/s320/051.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5rerf2Fj8TI/TQBK9QTp5WI/AAAAAAAAEjc/j-vPLMUmbZY/s1600/052.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" n4="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5rerf2Fj8TI/TQBK9QTp5WI/AAAAAAAAEjc/j-vPLMUmbZY/s320/052.JPG" width="320" /></a></div>i will post pics as this project progesses.<br /><br /><br />i will have more pics to post of elf-y projects that will be keeping me busy for the next few weeks.<br /><br />see you soon.<br /><br />smooches.<br /><br /><br />(the glittering of the shells zipped by this evening after my daughter joined in and helped out so thought you might like to see the finished product....this leaves me wanting to dig in to the other colors of glitter and shells tonight)<br /><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5rerf2Fj8TI/TQBp-NZIwjI/AAAAAAAAEjs/SaUQjPYO3IA/s1600/010.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; 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text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5rerf2Fj8TI/TQBL0ZgDS_I/AAAAAAAAEjg/eEdwnyB8LEo/s1600/005.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" n4="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5rerf2Fj8TI/TQBL0ZgDS_I/AAAAAAAAEjg/eEdwnyB8LEo/s320/005.JPG" width="320" /></a></div>Nest Feathers and Twinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18179102786567303141noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11062603.post-41323811862181504502010-11-25T02:31:00.003-06:002010-11-25T15:09:51.980-06:00just one thingit is my wish that each and every one of you can find 1 thing to be grateful for on this day of Thanksgiving.<br /><br />my biggest wish is that you have pages and pages and pages of things to be grateful for.<br /><br />years ago i began a journey.&nbsp; <br /><br />mine was a journey of self discovery in the deepest, most sincerest form.<br /><br />a journey of transformation.<br /><br />a journey of enlightment.<br /><br />a journey of love.&nbsp; not just for all others, but for myself as well.<br /><br />a journey of acceptance.<br /><br />a journey of forgiveness.<br /><br />i am still on the journey, and always will be, no matter where my soul lives.<br /><br />i learned on this journey that gratitude is so very important.<br /><br />the days when you are tired, weak, frustrated........gratitude for what is now at this very moment takes all of the discomforts away.&nbsp; if you are in alot of pain, mix half gratitude with half a vicodin.&nbsp; seems to work for me.<br /><br />when you are stuck in traffic because there has been an accident....thank you God that I am not the one involved in the accident&nbsp; that has caused this back up.&nbsp; <br /><br />when you have a messy house to clearn....thank you God i have a home to clean.<br /><br />when your kids are driving you crazy.....thank you God for my children.<br /><br />i have had a couple of events&nbsp; in the last couple of decades that i can truly truly say were bad days.&nbsp; <br /><br />we seem to throw those words around to casually.<br /><br />i am having a bad day because.....<br /><br />&nbsp; i broke a nail, i did not have time to stop for my latte, i had to drive an ugly rental car while mine is being repaired, it figures i was the repairmans last appointment,&nbsp; i wanted to eat at that restaurant not this one....<br /><br /><br />it drives me crazy, but i have to admit there was a day many many many years ago when a broken nail so totally ruined my day.<br /><br />now, when i hear others complain over the minor details, i am grateful that i have come so far in my journey and that i can see a bit of my former self in them and have a bit of peace knowing they just have not quite made it the same place yet in their journey.&nbsp; <br /><br /><br />having a bad hair day....thank God i have hair.<br /><br />every day<br /><br />throughout the day<br /><br />i give thanks<br /><br />thank you God for the dishwasher.&nbsp; <br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp; there were a couple of years i had to wash them by hand, for a family of 5.&nbsp; <br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp; thank you God i have dishes to wash in the dishwasher because that means we have food to eat.<br /><br />thank you God for our hot water.<br /><br />&nbsp; last year our hot water heater pooped out.&nbsp; for 3 months we took ice cold showers, unable to afford a new&nbsp;&nbsp; one, and while dealing with a call center, long story short i started making calls here in America and found there was a recall and we were given a brand new water heater.&nbsp; <br /><br />thank you God my kids do not do drugs.<br /><br />&nbsp; after being without air conditioning for 2 years, we finally scraped the money together this year to get it fixed.&nbsp; almost 700.00 to do work on an air conditioner that was only 5 years old.&nbsp; most of that bill was to refill the&nbsp; freon.&nbsp; no leaks.&nbsp; a drug addict&nbsp; most likely stole our freon, inhaling it.&nbsp; <br /><br />thank you God for our groceries, toilet paper.....<br /><br />&nbsp; there have in the not so distant past been some really tough times...no, i mean realllllly tough.&nbsp; <br /><br />thank you God for my collection of antique wooden chairs....<br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp; my beloved 90 year old couch bit the dust this spring.&nbsp; thank God that i have quite a few old chairs that no one else wanted that i fixed up that can fill the void until we can afford a new couch.&nbsp;&nbsp; we look like we are holding 12 step program meetings in our living room, but&nbsp; there is a place to sit if need be.<br /><br />the gratitude does not have to be for just the big schtuff.&nbsp;&nbsp; for the out of the ordinary stuff.<br /><br />i am hearing impaired, the weather permitted us having the windows wide open earlier this week&nbsp;and i woke up being serenaded by song birds.&nbsp; thank you God that i still have enough hearing to hear the birds.<br /><br />there are still a few roses blooming.&nbsp; i can see them, feel the soft petals and the ouchy thorns.<br /><br />the unbelievably beautiful sunsets night after night that i can see, and photograph.<br /><br />i am breathing.<br /><br />i can read this.<br /><br />i can taste the meal i am eating.<br /><br />i can smell the rose blooming, and when wanting to curse the cat for stinking up the house after using the litterbox....thank you God i can smell.<br /><br />i am exhausted from doing all of this cooking and cleaning for Thanksgiving......thank you God that i am healthy enough to cook and clean.<br /><br />i don't know why i stopped to do this blog post.&nbsp; i am tired.&nbsp; my vertigo flared up from all of the movement cooking and preparing a tasty Thanksgiving meal for our small, but mighty, family of 5.&nbsp; Thank you God for each and every one of us in this family, that even with the vertigo i kept on cooking and preparing.<br /><br />i was so heading off to bed to get some sleep, thinking about doing a blog post friday.&nbsp; i still have so many photos to show and stories to tell....something made me stop.&nbsp; something made me want to wish you all the most wonderful&nbsp; and happiest of Thanksgivings, and to wish for all of you that you have at least one thing you are grateful for, but most of all that you have pages and pages and pages of things to be grateful for.&nbsp; <br /><br />maybe there is a wonderful reason i was so inspired on my way to bed to write this post.&nbsp; <br /><br />whatever that reason, i am so grateful.<br /><br /><br />i cross my <strike>fingers</strike>&nbsp; um, i mean my heart....told you i was tired.....&nbsp;i will try to do some&nbsp; show and tell friday, i am looking so forward to sharing some wonderful photos with you, and i thank God that the virus my computer got last month did not eat up any of my photos.<br /><br /><br />with much love to you,<br /><br />mwah.Nest Feathers and Twinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18179102786567303141noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11062603.post-30138724001475297132010-11-17T00:03:00.002-06:002010-11-17T01:44:28.086-06:00so much to tell you.....the past week has been one wild ride here.<br /><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5rerf2Fj8TI/TONp2Je-bTI/AAAAAAAAEgQ/0vKkuWOzXFc/s1600/Picture0006.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" px="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5rerf2Fj8TI/TONp2Je-bTI/AAAAAAAAEgQ/0vKkuWOzXFc/s320/Picture0006.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br />there are so many things i want to say.<br /><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5rerf2Fj8TI/TONqtRY6nPI/AAAAAAAAEgU/u9VLXzLVUw4/s1600/Picture0034.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" px="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5rerf2Fj8TI/TONqtRY6nPI/AAAAAAAAEgU/u9VLXzLVUw4/s320/Picture0034.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br />so many photos and stories to share.<br /><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5rerf2Fj8TI/TONq3KRmzYI/AAAAAAAAEgY/jSi7Ernu_Zw/s1600/Picture0015.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" px="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5rerf2Fj8TI/TONq3KRmzYI/AAAAAAAAEgY/jSi7Ernu_Zw/s320/Picture0015.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br />last week i had one of my worst vertigo flair ups......<br /><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5rerf2Fj8TI/TONrl5PgOfI/AAAAAAAAEgc/LHslQh84Z4U/s1600/Picture0035.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" px="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5rerf2Fj8TI/TONrl5PgOfI/AAAAAAAAEgc/LHslQh84Z4U/s320/Picture0035.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">we thought for sure i was going to end up in the hospital.&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">&nbsp;i live with vertigo every day, every day is like a gift.&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">&nbsp;i don't know until i open my eyes&nbsp; if that gift is a diamond ring kind of day or an ugly sweater kind of day.</div><br />5 long days it lasted.&nbsp; today is the first day i have felt back to my normal self......<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5rerf2Fj8TI/TOOAuJQpZVI/AAAAAAAAEhc/DomJ_xODnMM/s1600/Picture0039.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" px="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5rerf2Fj8TI/TOOAuJQpZVI/AAAAAAAAEhc/DomJ_xODnMM/s320/Picture0039.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5rerf2Fj8TI/TOOAxwgXUlI/AAAAAAAAEhg/f2B5qPcSwZ0/s1600/Picture0040.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" px="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5rerf2Fj8TI/TOOAxwgXUlI/AAAAAAAAEhg/f2B5qPcSwZ0/s320/Picture0040.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5rerf2Fj8TI/TOOA1HXo1AI/AAAAAAAAEhk/yoPv7ZJskXQ/s1600/Picture0041.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" px="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5rerf2Fj8TI/TOOA1HXo1AI/AAAAAAAAEhk/yoPv7ZJskXQ/s320/Picture0041.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5rerf2Fj8TI/TOOA4gF5A4I/AAAAAAAAEho/S57fba3C_P8/s1600/Picture0042.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" px="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5rerf2Fj8TI/TOOA4gF5A4I/AAAAAAAAEho/S57fba3C_P8/s320/Picture0042.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br />yesterday we celebrated sam's 17th birthday.&nbsp; this is all going way to fast.&nbsp; sometimes i wish life had a pause and rewind button.&nbsp; <br /><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5rerf2Fj8TI/TONtT_uwgOI/AAAAAAAAEgs/CHRISNI4Lpg/s1600/001.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" px="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5rerf2Fj8TI/TONtT_uwgOI/AAAAAAAAEgs/CHRISNI4Lpg/s320/001.JPG" width="240" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5rerf2Fj8TI/TONtXCTWOGI/AAAAAAAAEgw/-Az2-EBZL4Q/s1600/002.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" px="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5rerf2Fj8TI/TONtXCTWOGI/AAAAAAAAEgw/-Az2-EBZL4Q/s320/002.JPG" width="240" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5rerf2Fj8TI/TONtaVShjPI/AAAAAAAAEg0/g25zK0IS7lM/s1600/004.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" px="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5rerf2Fj8TI/TONtaVShjPI/AAAAAAAAEg0/g25zK0IS7lM/s320/004.JPG" width="240" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5rerf2Fj8TI/TONteNY2z0I/AAAAAAAAEg4/gxIZ7itYaAg/s1600/005.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" px="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5rerf2Fj8TI/TONteNY2z0I/AAAAAAAAEg4/gxIZ7itYaAg/s320/005.JPG" width="240" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5rerf2Fj8TI/TONtj0-6bQI/AAAAAAAAEg8/nT9LtiNzkas/s1600/006.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" px="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5rerf2Fj8TI/TONtj0-6bQI/AAAAAAAAEg8/nT9LtiNzkas/s320/006.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br />tonight we attended sam's choir performance.&nbsp; <br /><br />i am so proud of this child o'&nbsp; mine.<br /><br />he does not let his speech impairment keep him from doing something he loves.&nbsp; <br /><br />sing.<br /><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5rerf2Fj8TI/TONuHJWiRvI/AAAAAAAAEhA/7dpp2ZjXBn0/s1600/keep+on+believing+sing+on+soldered+necklace+%25284%2529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" px="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5rerf2Fj8TI/TONuHJWiRvI/AAAAAAAAEhA/7dpp2ZjXBn0/s320/keep+on+believing+sing+on+soldered+necklace+%25284%2529.JPG" width="303" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5rerf2Fj8TI/TONuOEz716I/AAAAAAAAEhE/fWgbp3K33Hc/s1600/122.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" px="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5rerf2Fj8TI/TONuOEz716I/AAAAAAAAEhE/fWgbp3K33Hc/s320/122.JPG" width="240" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5rerf2Fj8TI/TONuTo5TCOI/AAAAAAAAEhI/1y2LxqscOuY/s1600/116.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" px="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5rerf2Fj8TI/TONuTo5TCOI/AAAAAAAAEhI/1y2LxqscOuY/s320/116.JPG" width="320" /></a></div>played with the fish eye lense while waiting for sam's group to sing.<br /><br /><br />saturday, the 13th, marked 6 years since my dad passed on.&nbsp; i miss him.&nbsp; sometimes i feel like knowing him was a dream that i don't fully remember after waking.&nbsp;&nbsp; <br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5rerf2Fj8TI/TOOHwRoszgI/AAAAAAAAEhs/eOJusjR78kE/s1600/001.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" px="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5rerf2Fj8TI/TOOHwRoszgI/AAAAAAAAEhs/eOJusjR78kE/s320/001.JPG" width="240" /></a></div><br /><br /><br />while the vertigo is on the mild side i will be spending as much time as i can adding the rest of the items to our etsy shop.&nbsp; <br /><br />hoping for some shoppers to stop by to stock up on ho ho ho gifts.<br /><br />i will be back soon to add photos and share some of what life has given us in recent days.<br /><br />with much love to you, <br /><br />until next time......<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5rerf2Fj8TI/TONvVQOk7JI/AAAAAAAAEhM/E9tySbBolJE/s1600/Picture0005.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" px="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5rerf2Fj8TI/TONvVQOk7JI/AAAAAAAAEhM/E9tySbBolJE/s320/Picture0005.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br />smooches to you.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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